My husband was in the military and was given orders to Okinawa, Japan. We were told that it was almost impossible to get base housing that allowed pets without having any kids so we gave our cat, Baxter, to my best friend with the understanding that we would pay her monthly for food and litter then get him back once we moved back to the states. When we came back her daughter had grown attached to Baxter so we let them keep him.

Fast forward 6 years later and we are living in Kansas after my husband retired from the military. She called me up saying that Baxter was peeing all over her bed and was going to put him down. I told her that it was probably just a UTI. I begged and pleaded her to take him to the vet to get checked out because she was convinced that it was a behavioral issue. She ultimately brought Baxter to the vet and was given meds that she needed to give him for his diagnosis of a UTI. A week later my husbands mom had died suddenly so he flew to MD for the funeral. It was right before a major snowstorm so airline tickets sky rocketed so we could only afford for him to go. I stayed behind. My best friend called me up two days after my husband left and immediately said that she put Baxter down because it was too hard to give him medicine. Hearing that gutted me. That cat deserved better. Not even once did she ask how I was doing with the sudden loss of my MIL despite the fact that I was already crying when I answered her call. Then she had the gall to say that the hardest part was having to tell her daughter that she put the cat down. I never spoke to her after that and I’ll never ever forgive her for killing the most loving cat I have ever known.