So I had to out one of my cats down this AM, talk about a shitty start to the day. When I moved into my first place 8 years ago my girlfriend, now wife, thought it would be a ok idea for me to get a cat, wanted a dog but not enough time. Not a big fan of cats but did it to make her happy. God damn thing has been my shadow for the past 8 years. Has slept curled up next to me every night. Guy only had 3 teeth left and got a rare form of cancer. Had lost a sh** ton of weight and brought to vets and vet took some blood and sent home last night. This morning was meowing (which is something he doesn't do) and couldn't walk. Least Tommycat isn't suffering any longer. Had him for 8 years and threw back 8 shots of jack for him. this last pic is him right before he was at peace