Last year I stole one of my parents' cats (Kirby) because he was very sick. I brought him to the vet and he was diagnosed with diabetes. I eventually gave him back to my parents after I felt they truly understood how serious I was about making sure he was cared for. I got news today that Kirby got sick last night and my mom brought him to the emergency vet. There was complications from his diabetes and he had a 50/50 chance of getting through it with a $5000 treatment. My mom decided to have him put down. He was 13 years old. He was the sweetest cat to ever exist. I haven't been on speaking terms with my mom for over a year, so I haven't seen Kirby in that same length of time. I wish I could have seen him one more time. I'm kind of just in shock right now. His best friend, Fiona, who is 18 years old, is going to be devastated. I don't think anyone expected Fiona to outlive Kirby.