We made the decision to have our Winnie put down today. She is the old Maine Coon we adopted from Animal Control. We have had her since May. She started to get sick Monday. We took her in yesterday and the vet gave her a round of fluids, appetite increaser and nausea suppressant. The nausea went away but her appetite never returned and this morning she was in bad shape. We even tried to force some food into her last night. It was an awful experience for all of us. Our vet is going out of town until Monday so rather than have her suffer through the weekend we decided to bring her in today. I know this is the right decision, she was always frail; coughing, puking and such, (I think she came from a home of smokers) but she was always able to eat and drink. This turn in her health is just too much for her. I just couldn’t let her slowly starve. Paul really loved her, he’s taking it hard. She seemed to really be bonding to him which made us both happy because she was so timid for so long after we adopted her. She was 15 and just thrown away but we gave her (probably) some of the best love she’s ever known. I know she is in a better place and made whole, never to suffer any more. This is the heartbreak of adopting old cats.