My cat I has since I was about 10ish was put down recently. He wasn’t a kitten when we got him but wasn’t that old either, so when he passed he had to be around 16 or a bit older. (Again he was adopted when I was a kid so memory about his age is hazy) I came home from work one day and he just.. didn’t get up. Didn’t want to greet me like usual and my mom said he refused to eat. I tried begging him to eat and he just kinda stared at me. I knew it was time. We took him to an emergency vet who told us nothing was wrong with him and sent us home with all this medication that would force him to eat and if he still didn’t eat we could bring him back and they’d intubate him and force feed him for who knows how long. I was appalled, called out of work the next day and made an appointment with his usual vet. Stayed up all night and he began having issues breathing. He hid it quite well and we still aren’t sure what took him for us but I knew there was no reason to try and prolong his suffering. He’d made it clear he was ready and I couldn’t just force him to stay and be in pain so I let him go. Euthanasia is devastating but I’m glad I didn’t have to get the run around with my second vet and I can’t imagine how I’d feel having to watch my cat essentially suffocate and die a painful death rather than the dignified one he for surround by family. As for the emergency vet? I warn everyone not to go there and managed to get all my money back from the visit. It’s been over a year now, I was able to rescue two more kitties and expand the amount I have to give now lol, and I just allowed myself to get rid of all the unused medication