Yesterday our cat named Boopers didn't finish his breakfast, had trouble using his back legs, groaned, and even spent most of the early day moving to secluded places... to die. We we're expecting he'd pass in his sleep but he was trying you move around this morning, back legs still not working well. A few hours later I found him writhing in a dark puddle of what was likely his own urine. Once my mom got home from work we knew we couldn't put it off any longer. We went to the vet to have him put down. We said our goodbyes and held him as the doctors sedated and put him down. It was hard for me to look at him as it happened. But it's over. He doesn't have to suffer anymore. The tears we shed are a testament to how much he meant to us. We will never forget him. He lived a full life for a cat, about 16 years.

Rest in peace - my cat, Boopers