My black and brown tabby was 18, he was a real character, and I've had him my whole adult life. It's been a very long road, I have had to spoon feed him multiple times a day for literally the last 3-4 years because he stopped eating on his own. Still, he was happy, interactive, and wanted to hang in there as long as I kept up with his food and various meds and all....until more recently when he started really struggling. Ultimately, I scheduled this days in advance, and it was bloody hard knowing it was to come. It was incredibly difficult to decide it was the right decision and the right time. But the vet was great and we did it in our back yard, it was very peaceful. He went quickly and I think he was ready. Still, I feel such a void now, and am going to miss him so much. Just wanted to share.