Our Smokey Boy Is Dying

I filmed this not knowing whether to upload it or not. One reason is because of all the negative comments that will surely follow. This beautiful cat has been with us for seventeen years. We adopted him when he was about eight weeks old back in 1995. His condition steadily worsened in the last few months, but he was still eating and drinking right up to a couple of days before he passed. His quality of life was still good although he had trouble walking and using his litter box. We knew it was only a matter of time. I am 50 years old. I have had a lot of pets. Some have died before I could help them. I have put some down myself or had someone else do it for me. Each situation is different. It is something I hope I will never have to do again. I prefer to let God be the taker. When we do it we are killing His creation and the natural process that He instituted for His creation. So I don't want to play God. I am not saying that I would never have one of my sweet babies put to sleep... if the suffering was too great... Smokey did suffer. But it was brief... then he lapsed into a coma that lasted a day. He died during the night. Never woke up. The little black object near him is his little play mousey. My wife, Annette, put it with him to keep him company. Hopefully he knew it was there and that was the last thing he was aware of. We buried it with him...