i picked him out when i was a kid. he slept in his litter box and climbed up my arm and wouldn't let go of me, so i brought him home. we've been through everything together. two weeks ago he started to have some problems and i canceled a vacation to stay home and take care of him. over the weekend his legs stopped working and he didn't eat, drink, or poop. this morning i had to make the decision to put him to sleep. i held him in his favorite blanket as the vet administered two separate medications into his iv and i watched the life leave his body. it was the saddest thing i've ever seen, including losing both of my parents. poor little guy.