Anyone reading this will probably tell me "It was so long ago. Get over it." This doesn't refer to a human. It refers to my cat, Tozzie, who I had to put down in March. In December last year Tozzie started getting very thin and messing all over the house. She'd eat twice of what our other cats eat, but never gained weight. In January this year I finally had the money to take her to the vet, where the vet ran blood tests and told me that Tozzie had diabetes. I had to rush around looking for insulin. She seemed fine for the next month and then 3 days into March she collapsed and I had to rush her to the vet. She'd gone into diabetic shock. It took 2 days at the vet and she seemed fine again. I brought her home on a Thursday night and Saturday morning my mother rushed to my room in a panic because Tozzie had collapsed again. I rushed her to the vet and after a quick exam the vet told me they could stabilize her, but she'd probably slip back again. I got home to tell my mom and together we made the decision that it was in her best interest to let her go. I had to phone the vet to let her know our decision. It broke my heart to have to put her down. She'd been with us for 11 years. To this day I'm still haunted by the decision.