Your PM box is full. Posted this here. This part 2 of 3 because it's so long.
The other was in January of this year. It was my cat of 19 years, Troubles. We found out about 10 months prior that her kidneys had failed. My wife delayed the inevitable by giving her fluids under the skin 2 to 3 times a week. Toward the end, she suffered. One morning, she just walked around the house and meowed, wouldn't let us pick her up to comfort her like she always would. She wanted outside. She had NEVER been outside. We both knew it was time. We took her to the vet, and had her put to sleep.
As she laid there, and was gone, I got this horrible feeling of betrayal. I'm sitting here now, as I'm writing this, and bid tears are coming to my eyes, and I've got a lump in my throat. Point is, it doesn't go completely away.