My little black long haired Silly Willie Kitty died peacefully in my arms yesterday morning about 11:30.  He had developed some sort of illness that attacked his red blood cells.  No, he did not have leukemia or Feline Aids.  His blood work revealed severe anemia.  The vet gave him fluids and antibiotics mixed with steroids to see if we could turn things around.  He did improve immensely within 2 days of injections, vitamins and fluids, making us all very hopeful that he would recover from this.  But yesterday morning I came out of my room to find him lying limp on the floor.  He couldn't even pick up his head and was not very responsive at all.  His breathing was very shallow and I knew he was dying and my heart just broke all to pieces.  I called the vet and told them what was happening and decided not to drag him out in the cold rain.  He was not in any pain, just very very weak and I knew there was nothing else we could do.   I held him in his blanket in my arms until he finally took his last breath and died.  I talked to him the whole time telling him how much I loved him and what a good, good kitty he was.  He kept looking at me as though to comfort me, telling me it was ok to let him go.  As all of you know, it just hurts so bad to lose a member of your furry family.  I miss my sweet Silly Willie.

this is super late reply, i hope that you moved on already on this anyway im going to pray for willie..may God bless him

Sorry to hear that story.  I am not kidding, as I read your post I suddenly had these goose bumps and tears went down falling. I was imagining how hard it is to have your pet loose its life in your arms. Our pets are our bestfriends too. Willie, have a wonderful rest okay?