Today my mother´s cat was put down in a very sudden and sad way. It was my mother´s cat but I got very attached to him and I always looked forward to meet with him when I visited my mother.

He was 15 years old and this spring we found a lump on his left thigh but as my mother is short of money she didn´t take him to the vet. Both I and my brother pointed out the cat had a lump.

Now in August my mother decided to take the cat to the vet and today it all ended. I just sit her crying as there were complications during the examination of him and it seemed like, I wasn´t there myself, the vet thought there would be a risk to give him anasthesia.

My mother then choose to put him to sleep which feels so unfair to him as he didn´t show any symptoms of sickness. Perhaps the lump was cancer, they didn´t know but if my mother had taken him to the vet already in the spring perhaps something could have been done to help him.

I´m angry with her and I miss the cat and now there´s nothing to do about it.