Hi there, well as most of you know I have dealing with a lot in my life with health problmes, marriage problems, job problems (thank you Jesus the school year is over), and our cat Cinders had to be put down this morning. This is the first time I have had to do this. We have 3 cats total and Cinders was our first. She was 12 years old. We got her when she was a kitten, someone was giving out free kitties. My husband and I were just dating at the time and he got her for 'us' and joked it was like a practice kid. We had been dating for about 5 months at the time so I think it was through that cat that I realized this was a serious relationship and could go further. She is also the only one of our cats that will let our son, Tyler, pet her or touch her. About a month ago we noticed CInders looked like she was losing weight but it was hard to tell as she is partial Persian, furry, mostly white with brown and black spots. So last week we took her to the vet because she stopped eating. The vet did about $500 worth of bloodwork plus she was down to only three pounds! Her liver enzymes were off and she was severly anemic and dehydrated. They rehydrated her via an IV. We brought her home and she quickly got worse, she lost even more weight if that was possible, she stopped drinking water too and still not eating despite the medication and appetite stimulator that the vet perscribed her. The was drooling brown slime down the front of her and her eyes were getting really goopy and swelling shut. She also stopped cleaning herself and was walking like a drunk person. I wanted to put her down (not an easy decision but I knew it was what had to be done), my husband disagreed, he thought there was some sort of medication, she would get better etc. Cinders and my husband were really close. So yesterday we had a long conversation with the vet, she had said she consulted with some specialists and while there isn't a specific marker for cancer that she probably does have cancer. As for my husband the vet said "if there was some sort of medication that would make her better I would have given it to you." Later that night my husband went to pet her and she moved away not wanting to be touched. When he picked her up she fought to get down. That wasn't Cinders she ALWAYS wanted to be petted and held. Though it was difficult my husband finally agreed....she needed to be put down, she was suffering. So this morning we tried the best we could to explain to our six year old autistic son what was happening. He looked sad and we said goodbye to Cinders and told her that we loved her. My husband then took her to the vet while I stayed home with our son. I'm not sure I could emotionally handle being in the room while she passed and we didn't want our son to be in there witnessing that. My husband came home and went upstairs saying he wanted to be alone. I wasn't going to let that happen. I went upstairs and he was crying, he said it was so hard but it was just like she went to sleep. My husband never comforts me (some people know about how my health problems has caused problems in our marriage) but I comforted him. We've been together for 13 years and I have only see him cry once before and that was when we were dating and he was drunk, so really it was the alcohol crying. This is by far the hardest thing I think I've had to deal with, I just can't stop crying. Here are a couple pictures of our Cinders, may she rest in peace and she gave us a very happy 12 years. There is Cinders cuddled in the TMNT headrest (she loved that thing), and one with her sitting next to our son Tyler who was showing her how to play Super Hero Squad computer game.