Today my cat of 18 years, Snuggles, passed away. I awoke the morning of October 10th to Snuggles having a massive seizure. She has been having them for a few months now and I had seen them before but something about this one just screamed abnormal. I picked her up, she was limp in my arms, and I moved her to her favorite blanket and set her down. At this point I was in tears, because I wasn't losing a pet, I was losing my best friend since I was 7 years old. I took her to the vet before I went in to work and they immediately put her on liquids and wanted to watch her overnight. At about noon today the vet called me and told me the bad news -- her body was shutting down, little by little. Her kidneys were already shot, she had become anemic, she was probably only a few days away from becoming diabetic, and her red count was so high because she was literally struggling to stay alive. I called my parents and told my mom the news and she took it very hard. My mom fell and hurt her head very badly back when I was in high school and Snuggles was a huge part of her recovery. My mom would lay on the couch for hours at a time in tears and Snuggles would be on her lap the entire time. My mom and dad decided the best course of action was to put her to sleep, to finally let her relax and no longer be in pain. They called me back to tell me their decision (I'm sure the WalMart staff in Commerce City enjoyed me nearly in tears) and they went to call the vet. I got a phone call back after an hour from my parents. Snuggles had a seizure after the vet had called me originally, and this one was her last. She died having a seizure, the vet was unable to rececitate her. This may sound stupid to so many of you but I feel like total shit over this. The last night she was home she wouldn't leave me alone, kept laying on me and following me around. My parents are out of town so I've been watching her all week. I feel like I let them down, like I let her die. There was vomit near my bedroom door when I woke up that fateful morning, she had been looking for me apparently and couldn't find me. I was in my parents bedroom because that's where she always went every morning. Now comes the hardest part -- putting away all the things that belong to her, moving the blankets that are up around the house where she liked to lay. I haven't lost a pet, I've lost a best friend. At least now she will be with her sisters, Buttons and Sugar, who passed away 8 years and 5 years ago, respectively. Rest in peace Snuggles, I'll see you again in the future.