Hey folks, just wanted to get this grief off my chest, since I feel I am about to go insane by keeping it in. About a month ago, Pickles, my pet tabby cat, who I had pretty much grown up with (parents got him a few days after I was born) was diagnosed with diabetus. We were told that he would be fine by giving him the correct treatment, medication and such. He's been pretty much fine the whole summer, that is until about a week ago. I came home to him in pretty bad shape. Took him to the vet yesterday. Said the diabetus had led to kidney failure. We would have either had to pretty much been with him the whole day and monitor him constantly, give him to a "pet hospital", or put him down. At first we chose giving him to the hospital, but I discovered today that it had become so bad, he had to be put down. It happened so abruptly, I didn't even get to say goodbye, since the decision was made at the vet and I wasn't present there since didn't think it would be this bad. But it may have been for the best, since the vet implied kidney failure can lead to severe discomfort in cats. Needless to say, I feel like I've been hit by a train. However, even typing this out has made me feel a bit better. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I'm still in shock, and I really had to get it off my chest. Goodbye, Pickles. We'll never forget you.