My cat had to be put down today.
She had water in her lungs and chest and the vet told us that she would have eventually suffocated/choked to death sooner rather than later. I watched her have breathing difficulties for the past two weeks, only getting better over the past weekend after a vitamin shot last Friday but that was only temporary. She didn't eat or use the toilet any longer, only drinking huge amounts of water and it just completely breaks my heart because she was still fine at the start of September. I don't understand how it went downhill so fast.
Granted, she was already 14 years old but it was still unexpected for us. I got her when I was 10 and am now 25 years old. She's been with me through so much/been with me during my childhood and teenage years. Just like her brother, who already passed in 2020 and sadly only made it to being 10 years old himself.
I stayed with her while it happened. My dad couldn't bear seeing it happen and had to leave the room midway through. We buried her in her own flower pot on our balcony just like we did with her brother in 2020 and we of course also lit a candle to honor her memory.
Her name was Momo. I named her (after the book of the same name). There are a few threads by me on Warriors General which feature her in some merch reviews of mine. She enjoyed relaxing on my bed and didn't mind me taking pictures of her with silly plushies or figurines.
Here's the last two pictures I took of her today while she was still alive:
I'll miss her forever. Just like her brother Freud. Wanted to make her a little tribute on the vastness of the web.