this morning he was acting really good. i played with him, cuddled, he purred. when i got home from school he couldn't move, his breathing was irregular, he didnt pee in 24 hours. we took him to the vet, the vet couldnt squeeze it out of them. she was sure that his bladder and kidneys were affected and that we need surgery. i didnt want him to suffer... i put him down. it was very sad and i havent cried this much ever. out of all the cats i've owned he was my favourite. i loved waking up and watching his lazy butt sleep on his back. i seriously considered him as a human, or at least that he used to be a human in some past life.
i dont know who's to blame. maybe no one. maybe its what commercial dry food does to cats. it's not made for them, its toxic. im never buying that
again. he was 3 years old and this was his last picture.
please send my family some good vibes. i havent seen my dad cry ever till this day... he definately didn't deserve what he got