It has been 6 weeks since I had to make the decision to have my silver tabby cat- Moonshine euth. He had a tumor on his pancreas.
After the diagnosis we brought him home and gave him whatever he wanted to eat and I cuddled with him as much as possible and he would cuddle back and purr. It is so bittersweet to be snuggling with a beloved pet and know that in the near future you would give almost anything for the moment that you now have.
I fell in love with him the moment I saw him when he was a kitten- I had never seen a silver tabby before. And it just worked out that he was injured shortly after arriving at the shelter- and I took him home to foster him and get him better. So he truly was a cat that was meant to be mine because I could not have adopted a kitten just because I thought he was pretty (we had 3 cats already). But when I brought him home, cared for him and he recovered from his radial nerve damage in his front leg after a month- I was already in love and my husband had to OK me adopting him.
It has been 6 weeks and I am still crying as I type this. I cried over him so much when he was a kitten and I thought his leg might have to amputated, then I cried tears of joy when he recovered on his own and now I cry tears of sorrow that I can no longer cuddle my unique (color and personality) Mooney.
The picture is of him laying on my pillow that had a heating pad on it- on our couch- basically a cat magnet. 
