How do you handle knowing your pet is dying? A little background... I got my kitty, Tigger Bear, when I was 12 years-old back in 1990. I had just lost a cat of 3 years due to kidney problems and at the time I was sick myself with mono. I needed Tigger. Around December we noticed Tigger wasn't eating his food. Our other cat, Crystal, wasn't eating hers either. We thought the food was bad (we've been giving them the same brand of dry food and thought maybe there was something wrong with that particular box). But, after switching brands, nothing changed. Well, Tigger did eat a bit and Crystal did the same. I'd later realize that Crystal just wasn't eating because Tigger wasn't. But then Tigger started losing weight. And still not eating like he used to. Sometime later he started getting cramps or something because he'd make a funny noise and lift his leg up like he felt uncomfortable (like you'd feel if you had bad gas). The vet at the clinic here said that since he's old that his organs are probably beginning to fail and to make him comfortable. Well, that got to me. The reality that he is getting old. I'm used to death. Relatives in my family seem to be dying all the time and I've grieved normally for them. But this feels different. I'm not seeming to handle this normally at all. He's been losing more and more weight. Between the new year we've gone through different foods because he hasn't been able to chew right. We're now giving him Kitten Chow and he eats it well (but sparingly). We also had him on hairball medicine and that helped him some. He doesn't look like he gets cramps. He doesn't seem like he's in any pain (just hoping he isn't. Tigger's been mute since we got him as a kitten so I don't think he'd be able to meow if something hurt ). But still things seem worse. I think his organs are definately failing. He's losing control of his body functions and has trouble making it to the litter box on time. He "drips" all over the house. And I can't figure out what it is he is "dripping". I went through the dying process when I cared for my late grandmother a few years ago. It went by so slowly, watching her get thinner and thinner and eat less, and not be able to control herself. I'm afraid we did a bad thing by not doing more for Tigger, like maybe he has a tumor or something. My dad (who just loves Tigger so dearly) is in denial that its anything more than too many hairballs. He doesn't help clean up after him or anything and leaves that to my mom and I. Even my mom said today that she can't handle doing this "all over again" (because it's so similar to my grandmother). I think our biggest fear is if we even take him to the vet now that he'd be put to sleep. I could never do that to him unless he was in pain. When he looks up at me with his sweet little face it breaks my heart. Sorry for the extremely long post. I had to let that all out. I don't know what else to do for Tigger. Tomorrow we're going to try to give him a nice bath if he lets us because he can't clean himself much these days and he's really dirty and doesn't smell too pleasant.