Today, I had my beautiful, sweet cat, Dandelion put to sleep. He was young, only about twelve. Red found him on the back porch when he was a kitten; I don't think he weighed an ounce back then (almost 18 lbs. at the vet today). He was a ball of grey fluff, and looked like a dandelion week, hence the name, though he became "Dandy" or "Dan" (officially, Dan de Lion).
He stopped eating about three days ago, and yesterday I found a lump on his chest. I took him to the emergency vet today, because the regular vet was closed due to Tropical Storm Faye. They did some tests while I went home, and they called me a little later to tell me he had had a respiratory arrest. The chest x-ray they had done showed an enlarged heart and some fluid in his lungs. He had congestive heart failure. He wasn't breathing hard when I brought him in, so I guess the stress of being put in the cat carrier (he was always afraid of the carrier and going to the vet), plus several attempted IV sticks tipped him over the edge.
I returned to the vet and petted him, looking into his big green eyes as he was euthanized.
Goodbye, Dandy. I miss you so much.