So this is Matt. A week ago Friday I was at work. It was a normal day. About half way through the day I get a call from Melissa. I picked up the phone and well... sobbing. We had been talking about putting our oldest cat to sleep. He was almost 16 years old and had lost half of his body weight over the last year or so. He slept more than usual. He really only left the bed to eat and use the litter box. We had almost done it a couple of times already, but Melissa wasn't ready. On Friday she got the guts to do it. She took him into the local animal shelter and said her goodbyes. She started to cry and ran out as soon as she could. On her way home was when she called me. Luckily it was a pretty slow day at work and when I told them what had happened, or at least what I figured had happened with the crying and the words that I could understand between the sobs, they told me that I could go home for the day and be with her. It was hard for her, but she knows that it was the best thing for him. He will be missed.
