Cid passed away last Tuesday the 8th. He was doing a little better and we were using 3 units of insulin twice a day after having gradually worked up to that amount. His coat had a better appearance and he seemed better. Absolutely no signs of hypoglycemia. However, over the course of about 3 days he deteriorated rapidly. He got to where he wouldn't eat as much. Monday, the 7th he wouldn't move he just laid in one spot and had trouble moving. I called he vet Monday afternoon knowing in my heart there was not much time left and not much left to do for him. I honestly didn't think he would make it through the night. He did but by mid morning when I was going to take him to the vet anyway (had my daughter at her doc early morning) he was struggling for every breath. I took him and put him down as hard as it was I knew it was best. He wouldn't move or acknowledge me at this point. When we got to the vet, he lifted his head and meowed one last time as if saying good bye or thank you. I cried and cried at the vet but I asked for his body back so I could cremate him. He was my baby when I didn't have any and at some points he was my only friend and family. The hard part was having to tell my daughter but she seems to be doing fine. I don't know where animals go after they pass but I know wherever he did go that he isn't hurting anymore and I did all I could do for him. Afterall, everyone thought I was crazy for even trying the insulin. I blame our original vet who back in november whe he had a drastic wt loss said nothing was wrong but old age. It was probably his time to go but in the back of my mind I wonder if that vet had done somethign then, would he still be around? I'm not beating myself up over this. Life goes on and I know God has a plan no matter what that may be. (I think that may of been who was working on my husband and had him bring home a kitten right after Cid was diagnosed....my husband doesn't like cats so someone was working on him).