My dear cat, Leo, died yesterday. he was at least 16 years old, and had been fit most of his life, but had a thyroid op in Feb which seemed to give him a new lease of life. I left him and my other cat overnight on Saturday, and when I returned he was very distressed. he had lost control of his back legs and bladder, and was very weak, When he saw me he began to cry. I tried to move him to get him to drink water or eat but he just wanted to crawl away and hide. My husband and I put him in a box with a rug, but he was so uncomfortable and trying to get out of the box and would not stop crying. We called the vet, but about an hour later he stopped crying and put his head down and died. I am wracked with guilt that he suffered - he was in pain or scared or both. I feel I let him down when he neeed me the most.