Zeno, our cat, began to get sick at the end of 2007. When I took him to the vet they discovered that he had a thyroid problem. Three months after that appointment, I brought him in to have it checked again, and it was still getting worse, and he had lost a little weight. About one month ago, Zeno quit eating, so we brought him to the vet again, and they said they were afraid his liver was starting to shut down. The only real options we had to take of him was to either A) start giving him pills or B) surgery. We couldn't afford the surgery (it would have cost about $1500-$2000 per surgery, and it was going to be at least 2 surgeries), so we tried the pills and as hard as it was for Tony to get them down his throat, he did seem to get better. He started eating again and acting semi-normal.
Then about a week ago he quit eating again. This time we felt as though there wasn't much we could do. The surgeries were still out, and the pills were impossible to get in him. Then, on Sat. night, before Zoe and I got home from Kings Dominion, Zeno had a stroke. Tony saw him and called Dottie to come watch Landon while he took the cat to the pet emergency room. We had to have him put down, he was just so ill. He didn't weigh much by this point and was just listless and miserable.
We will all miss Zeno, even though he never was the most friendly cat. He was with us since Zoe was 2 1/2 and he will always hold a special place in our hearts because he grew up with her.