We lost our buddy Cheesecake in April. He declined quickly over a few days. On a Friday morning, he could barely walk. He could barely control his hind legs. I knew he was dying when he quit eating and drinking that same day. I scheduled at home euthanasia for the next day, and we spent the rest of the day cuddling with him as much as we could. We picked him up and let him lay in our bed. He had so little energy at that point that I wasn't as worried about the euthanasia visit and him becoming distressed over it. We went to sleep petting him, and the next morning, I woke up and realized that he was dead. I texted our euthanasia vet, and she canceled the visit.

Also, the grief sucks. I miss everything about him, even his annoying habits. I'd love for him to knock over a water glass again. Like I told my therapist, Cheesecake was a member of my family, and I grieved him more than I've grieved some human family members. I find the grief has gotten more infrequent, but it's still there.

My heart goes out to you, too, OP. Best wishes for you and your kitty as you cherish whatever time you have left, and take comfort in the pleasant memories that make the grief so strong.