my 17 year old cat was no longer rating and had cancer. I knew it was time to let him go. He spend every minute on my lap and sleeping beside me. This morning I woke up to find he had died while trying to get on the kitchen table. He was hanging off my kitchen chair, his claws stuck in the fabric of my chair. He must have been too weak to get himself up to the table. That is how he died. Alone and without me. I can't imagine how he felt in his last moments. If only I had found him sooner. Oh god, my sweet boy died without me.