Thanks all. It was super tough but in the last two days, I've been more relaxed too. I didn't realize the strain my little man, Milford, had put on me. I never knew if it was going to be a good day or bad day. Looking through old photographs, I can see the beginning of his downward spiral. I had two vets tell me during our journey, "maybe we've done all we can..."

I wrote this little note about him the other night...

My little Milford took fate into his own paws Saturday afternoon. 1-7-11. He's been a medical mystery for the last 10 months and even though he was euthyroid (with meds), we could just never get him to bounce back to 100%. After a delicious feast of McDonalds chicken nuggets, part of a hamburger and a few licks of my caramel mocha frappe (he ended up with caramel and whipped cream in his hair silly boy), he decided to take himself for a long walk down to our creek by the pond and lay himself to rest. This was miraculous as he had been basically bed ridden for the last 72 hours with no appetite. He was too weak to even lift his feet into the litter box and would fall over while walking. His little adventure must have started shortly after we left to run some errands. He had lived the last couple days on the kitchen counter on a heating pad and managed to jump off of it, get down to the basement, out the door (it was left open for the dogs), shimmy under the fence, and walk a couple hundred feet down to the creek. Way to go little kitty!!! Love you and miss you bunches!