So, 2 months ago, after two years of washing and rewashing waterproof blankets and throwing away pee pads because my cat with kidney problems was incontinent, he got a bad blockage. I took him to the ER and they injected him with antibiotics, but the next night he was spasming and shaking and in pain and couldn't pee, but was peeing a bit of blood. I had been fighting with my parter for three years about not putting down a happy cat who plays all the time, and I stood my ground. But after seeing him and researching his condition (likely FLUTD), I realized that this would most likely still keep happening, and he would have to keep being all stressed and forced to go to the vet. I didn't want to do that to him. He was 13 years old and had lost a pound and a half in 6 months or so, and it was the hardest decision I ever made. I ever looked in his eyes after they gave him the first sedative shot and if my partner hadn't been there, I would have stopped it right then. I saw a look of betrayal. I feel like I didn't give the antibiotics a chance to work. I feel a deep loss for someone that I was playing with and cuddling with and tending to all day long (I work from home). There's a hole. My partner, on the other hand, comes from a family where once a pet starts to cost more than afew hundred dollars or is "annoying", you put it down. We fought a LOT about my attention to him, and she was jealous, which is weird to me. Even now after he died, if she asked if I'm okay and I cry and say "It's Tiberius" (the cat), she is either silent or throws her own crying fit over how I must love him more than her. It's made me hold in a lot of my feelings about his death, and that's why I'm here. I need support from people who understand, and I will provide support as well. Thanks for listening...