Just wanted to share: my precious little orange cat had a stroke about 2
years ago and has gone steadily downhill since, and very fast over the past
couple of months.  I decided that, as long as he was still eating, drinking,
finding the litterbox and enjoying a little turn around the back yard, I
would let nature take it's course..clean up behind him (he would get into
the water dish then the litter box and track "stuff" around) I would let
nature take its course. Friday I came home and found him lying on the
kitchen floor half-gone and realized it was "time."  So I called the vet,
who came to the house and we gave him back to God.  I was able to hold him
on my lap and sing a little song I always used to whistle to him to get him
to come inside.  I feel ok about this, since I waited until he was ready.
Thanks for letting me share...I had had to have a kitty "helped" a few years
ago and the vet was horrible and I still feel angry and miserable about it
when I think about the whole thing, but this was different, and peaceful.  I
still have the other three cats and a puppy,  but I miss that little guy.