Our 4 year old cat had to be put down today. When they first found the mass they said "he's young so it's probably not cancer" but he got sicker and sicker until it surprised us all that yes young cats can get it, it just had to be our poor guy. He was always happy when he would cuddle and purr on my lap even up to the end. I stayed with him so he wasn't alone. I feel so horrible my insides screamed to stop them from doing the injection but to what point. He is suffering, stressed and in discomfort. I hope he knows how much we loved him and I hope he felt that in his last day. Even now I sit in the house and seeing his toys and bed and food dish and I feel so guilty and keep questioning myself, could it have been something else? Did we do the right thing? Could we have saved him? I'm also 5 months pregnant and the hormones are not helping the emotional side. Today sucks. But I know he is at peace and I hope he is looking down on us and knowing we did what we thought was best for him. Today just sucks