On February 11th at 12:44, I lost my baby girl Echo. She had had a old injury to her back legs a while back, a sprained hip is what they told me along with arthritis.
I had gotten medicine to help her. it seemed to be helping but the next day she couldn't get up. She wouldn't eat and when I tried to help her stand up her back legs wouldn't support her and she'd just collapse back down.
I realized that she was giving me all the signs that it was time. So we took her to the vet.
they told me that she wasn't going to recover and that it would be less painful for her if she was put to sleep.
I had to do what was right for her, I couldn't let her suffer as much as I loved her.
We buried her in my stepdads backyard next to one of his own cats to keep her company.
Echo was the only cat I had ever had for so long, from baby to adult. She was 16 to 17 years old when she died.