I was just told that my brother sadly had to put my other grandma's cat Angel down this evening. She was old and had severe renal failure - stopped eating and drinking. It was her time, but I am so upset. That cat meant the world to my grandma and it was one of the remaining things we have of her (besides ourselves). I've been dreading this moment since Christmas. I just can't imagine how his wife and him are feeling, since they lived with her for so long. Its never ever easy to swallow news like this.
And my good friend's cat has been in the hospital since this morning - newly diagnosed kidney disease. The vets think he'll be ok, but its a journey to bring them back from such sickness.