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We put Shithead to sleep today. She was 18. She was the sweetest cat ever. Her original name was Hobbes (and that was the name given every time we took her to the vet), but the name that stuck was Shithead- I suppose this is to be expected when everyone in the house uses swearwords as a part of everyday speech. She had been reluctant to eat lately, and instead of eating she would drink water. So we took her to the same veterinarian we took Princey to. After running tests, the vet told us one kidney had shriveled up, and the other was swollen. Then they told us she had kidney/ renal failure. The same reason Princey died. I feel absolutely horrible. She was still conscious- she knew I was there. It was very hard to make the decision, with her like that. I know it was for the best, better that she didn't suffer. But that doesn't make me feel any less horrible. She's buried next to Princey now. Secretly I hope she is someplace better, but the cynic in me says otherwise. I hope the cynic in me is wrong.