As i told a few people on Friday, my cat was going to the vet and I thought it would be a one-way trip.

It was I got a text off my sis on Saturday morning to say she'd been put to sleep. I went back to my department and just cried for ages.

I went to see her on Friday night to pay my last respects and it was heartbreaking. She was a shadow of the cat she used to be. She used to be a real fattie, and when I picked her up for a cuddle she was a skeleton.

She was sat on the kitchen floor looking miserable and tried to move, but her back legs wouldn't support her. She couldn't even purr anymore and looked like she was having trouble breathing.

I know it was for the best to have her put to sleep, but I miss her so much, she's been with us since I was 8 years old and I feel so empty inside.

I try not to think about it, but I keep imagining how she was on Friday night. I wonder if she knew it was the end, and what she must have been feeling when the vet did what he did, it chokes me up.

Some people say, it's just a pet, but I can't seem to see it like that, I just feel like I want to cry all the time

All in all, I think I need major huggles