So I lost my cat a month ago, she was fifteen. I got her when she was eleven, and we developed a great relationship. She was so personable, and would go on road trips with me, hang out at a cafe, settle into a hotel room... I thought she was one of the most amazing creatures, ever... would have made a great human as well. I feel terrible about how she ended... and I guess in my research about cats, to understand them better, and see what I did wrong, I found this site. There was another heat wave here in L.A. in the beginning part of September, and my cat started to get really distant and distressed, I took her to the emergency room on a Thursday night, they sent me home with fluids to administer. I did that the next morning, then later that morning she had a seizure... she had another that day. I took her to the emergency room again, she was given fluids and calcium(apparently had very low levels of calcium sending her to seizure), she was discovered to have thyroid problems. It was discussed that she had a lot going on, and would be medicated and treated for the rest of her life which could be short or longer. I tried to medicate her, but she was resistant, and stopped eating. She was still drinking water, but that decreased. I took her to the hospital again on Monday because I couldn't get medicine or food down her. On Tuesday the vet called and said she had another bad seizure, we talked and my cat would be a cat that needed treatments and medicines, tests, and more tests.... I decided to bring my cat home that night, I was scared by the vet, they were not giving me straightforward answers about wether I should put my cat down or if she had a decent life in her still. I had wondered about slight problems in the few years I had her, I tried finding a homeopathic vet, but didn't find one I liked... I changed my cats diet to real food, it seemed to help a bit, and it felt better to feed real food. It seemed a lot better than the food the vet fed her when I hospitalized her. And, when I brought her home from the vet on that Tuesday night, my cat was in a state of retardation, couldn't control herself, didn't know what she was doing, nor where she was going, couldn't talk or respond to my calls, I thought she was going to die that night. I later talked with another homeopathic vet, and she thought that sounded like Laurel Pet Hospital tranquilized my cat, but didn't discuss the true state of my cat, rather tried to appease me with compliments about my cat eating ravenously and that licking herself (uncontrollably, in a drugged out state) was a sign of being happy. My cat walked right over the food bowl the vet set down... I felt duped. Basically after all of this, I thought my cat was on her way out, I didn't want to subject her to many treatments, and medicines to stave off the inevitable... so from Tuesday night to Friday, I tried to feed her with little success.... she wasted away, and got weaker by the half day. On Thursday night we had special moments, and she seemed stronger, walked better, and stayed close to me. Friday we had a good moment where I think we were saying good bye... I had a euthanasia appointment set for that day but chickened out.... later, she scared me when she crawled into the bathroom sink and slept... impulsively I picked her up and put her in the sun on the patio... I was debating what to do about her, and was going to take her to another emergency room visit at another vet, and when I went out to retrieve my cat, she was gone. Many friends said she probably walked off to die, but in fact someone in my apartment complex had picked her up and took her to a shelter (the West LA shelter). I found this out later, and it doesn't rest well with me, I have been able to talk with these people briefly, but still I had no real closure with my cat. It has taken a month for the shock of all this to fade away, and now I can feel the loss. I feel inexperienced in cat ownership, and don't know if my actions were poor, it seems I could have done better to have decided on a vet that I liked, but I am natural driven, and many conventional medicinal establishments worry me... I guess though, some homeopathic vets worried me too. I needed better guidance and support through this experience. It feels like I didn't do this right, was I supposed to put her through the medicine route, or let her go like I did? It seemed to happen so fast, and when I look back... I thought she was just bored, or didn't like me much anymore, when in fact she was probably feeling bad, and I didn't observe signs for what they were... Though this is a long, it is the story about my cat, and hopefully I can gain a better understanding of cats, and perhaps bring another into my life. I cannot stress enough how much I loved and respected this cat, I tried to share her with everyone, of course they would see how amazing she was..!