A few months ago, I noticed that the boy cat had started losing weight. At the time, that wasn't such a bad thing - he had been a pretty hefty cat. However, as time passed, he just kept losing weight. I took him to the vet a few weeks ago. He had severe anemia, so they prescribed him some medications, but due to the holiday, getting the medication took a while. It finally arrived on Thursday, and for two days, everything was fine. On Saturday, however, he took a turn for the worse. I was able to take him in to the vet this morning, and after much deliberation, it was decided that the kindest course of action would be to put him down.
So, I had to say goodbye to my sweet cat. He was a big, lovable cat. He purred louder than any cat I've ever met, and he would constantly bump his head into you until you would pet him. He was a bit of a scaredy cat, and was terrified of our dog, so he spent a lot of time hiding. He liked to sleep in the sink, and would carry small plastic items into the bathtub and bat them around. He was a good cat, and I will miss him.