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In May I noticed that my sweet 16 1/2 year old cat, Peanut, had a swollen spot under her left eye. I was told it was an abscessed tooth and she was put on antibiotics for two weeks. Unfortunately the antibiotics didn't work and it was soon discovered that she had mouth cancer. As it progressed she began to sleep more and more. I kept her bed, with her super soft blanket, in the living room so I could keep an eye on her all the time. Soon I started having to feed her by hand. To get her to drink I had to put a little bit of milk into her water so she would think it was milk. As the days went by she slept pretty much all the time, only getting up to use the bathroom. Eventually she wouldn't even get out of her bed to eat. She would just lay in her bed and I'd feed her. She slept soundly, stretched out in her bed and never showed any pain. I knew that eventually I would have to take her to be put down once she started showing pain. I hated the idea of putting her in a crate and taking her to the vet as she absolutely hated the crate and was terrified of car rides. I wanted her last days to be filled with as much love as possible and they were. Yesterday, Saturday, she slept peacefully all day. About 9pm she started getting restless and couldn't seem to get comfortable. She hadn't eaten very much at all all day Friday and only licked a tiny bit of food on Saturday. When she started getting restless I tried to get her to eat and she threw up. She started having trouble standing. I took her to her litter box thinking she might have to go but she just fell over on her side in the litter box and cried loudly. I quickly picked her up and loved on her and brought her back to her soft bed. I could tell at that point that she was slipping away. We turned the TV off and lowered the lights and I got my pillow and laid down on the floor next to her. I stroked her fur and whispered to her how much she was loved and what a wonderful kitty she had been. Her breathing got very labored and fast. A few times she tried to stand and would fall over and cry but I would quickly calm her down. Soon she wasn't able to hold her head up so I held it in my hand. The pads of her feet had gotten very cold. At the end she had what seemed like a couple of small seizures and then she stopped breathing. I held her in my arms for a couple more hours, not wanting to put her down. From the time she started getting restless until the time she passed was less than 4 hours. This morning my husband dug her a grave next to her Mommy (who passed away 3 weeks ago from old age) and we buried her. She was born in my son's closet 16 1/2 years ago and she's going to be missed so very much. Rest in peace my sweet Peanut and run free and happy at the Rainbow Bridge with your Mommy. The first picture was from earlier in the day yesterday as she slept peacefully. The second was from right after she passed away.