Tonight I had to put down my friend of the past 10 years, Zen. She was a wonderful kitty. She was the most friendly of cats, and I will miss her dearly. There was a crackhead that lived in the apartment building I used to live in, and he got 2 kittens. He kicked them, threw them around, dumped hot water on them. One of the other neighbors was a 2 time state kickboxing champion, and he took the cats away from the crackhead. The first time I met them, Tabitha ran and hid but Zen just plopped down on her back and said "rub my tummy." To make a long story short, they would always sneak out of his apartment whenever he opened the door and would crawl under the firedoor and meow outside my apartment and I'd let them in and play with them (Zen would always "help" me with my homework ) until Rich figured out they were gone, and he always knew where they were. When Rich moved he left the cats with me, that was in 95. Throughout the many moves since then the cats have come with me. Tabitha was "daddy's girl" and Zen was "everyone's friend." She would be the one to come and greet visitors, and always purr up a storm. She came when she was called and didn't try to steal food off my plate. She loved to talk and get her face brushed. It still makes me smile thinking on how happy she made me and everyone around me, and that's the memories that I hope never fade. Two years ago she started having problems throwing up, and not being able to keep food in. She lost a lot of weight, but was still a happy, friendly kitty. The same thing happened again this past December. The vet found a thyroid problem. She was on medication for that, and was still, a happy, friendly kitty. About 3 weeks ago she was having difficulty breathing and I had to take her to the emergency vet. She was diagnosed with Chylothorax. The space around her lungs filled up with a fluid, and her lungs were unable to expand. Each week we've had to take her in to get her lungs tapped and remove the fluid. Since then she has not been a happy kitty. She didn't come downstairs, and pretty much either stayed in the bathroom or the hallway outside the kids' rooms. She didn't even come downstairs if she was hungry (and she couldn't eat much in one sitting). The treatment for Chylothorax is steroids and a supplement called Rutin. The steroids were small pills and easy enough. The Rutin are large pills and smell very... herbal. She wouldn't touch any of the food with the Rutin in it, so we had to give it as pills. If you've ever tried giving a cat a pill... The fight to get the pills into her was so stressful to both her and us, and last night we couldn't get her to take her pills, and she was just panting. When I got home from work this evening she was panting and wouldn't eat anything. With as unhappy as she's been, her general discomfort, her lack of eating, and the difficulty in getting her medicines (with which we were looking at as a 20% chance of recovery- at best) we decided that it was best our friend rest peacefully. Zen, I love you. God Bless.