My cat of 17 years, Twilight, passed away this morning. I have never felt more broken hearted. He had stomach cancer and was not responding well to treatment so my sister, my mom, and I had to make the difficult decision to put him to rest. I didn't want to be present during the process because I knew I would have the mental image in my head for the rest of my life. However, I remembered this wasn't about me and was about him. I wanted him to know I was there in his last moments. I miss him so so much, and I don't know how I will ever heal from this pain.
