Last Friday my partner and I put down our 12 year old cat. She got sick and deteriorated very quickly (space of 7 weeks). She got cancer in her mouth which spread into her abdomen, liver, and spleen. There was nothing to be done.

She was the most contrary cat I've ever met. She had personality in droves and only did what she wanted to do. She would casually hiss as you walk past her, no reason behind it and she remained walking where she wanted to go.

It's been so so tough without her. I wish I had my girl back. I finally cleaned out her litterbox last night and it killed me to do it. Cooking and not having her underfoot begging for food broke my heart. I stepped on a claw today and I broke into tears, placing it on top of little container of fur that the vet provided.

I know it'll get easier but for now I'm absolutely devastated.