After 2 years of chronic illness, including FLUTD and FIC (most likely from anxiety), we made the choice to put my cat down after the medicine to prevent/ease an obstruction on his urethra failed and even with emergency surgery, it would most likely happen again with a drastic decrease in his quality of life. I held him in my arms as they put him to sleep.

His name was Boots, and he was my first cat ever. We got him from the wild when he was 6 months old. He was only 4 years old. I hope when we meet him again, he will forgive us and that he knows we loved him so much, even if he was a major bastard to us, and his younger brother cat.