Apologies in advance for resurrecting this thread.
Michele and I had to say goodbye to our oldest male kitty, Trip, this past Sunday. The first cat we got together after five years of both marriage and me nagging for us to get a cat.
We got him from the local shelter as sick little kitten, not more than 4 or 5 weeks old and for the past 15 years, it was due to how amazing of a cat he was, that we opened up our home to many other cats.
When we found him Sunday morning he was unable to use his back legs, we wrapped him in a blanket and took him to the vet, knowing the situation was not good, right before leaving, I took him by where our other cats were laying and told each of them that he may be going "bye bye" for the last time. Many of them nuzzled at, and licked his head as if to give him an affectionate kiss goodbye.
We were told by the vet he either had a blood clot or had fallen and broken something in his back. He wasn't a very vocal kitty, but from his meows, it was clear he was in quite a bit of pain. We contemplated having them give him something for the pain and a steroid to reduce inflammation to see if that would help, but we agreed it was better to end his pain than to put him through any further suffering, simply because we were not 100% ready to say goodbye.