My cats name is rocky. is was 15 years old. this story stars 5 years ago when my mom meet here boy firend and i meet rocky for the first time hes so amazing. he played around and was amazing. i got attached to him so qick i told him about everything that happened to me. i would come home from school and talk to him and tell him everything. he was the only person i could talk to. when i when through some verry hard stuff he was the only one that was there to talk to and cuddle. about a week ago i noticed he wasnt eating hes kibble. so i opened some caned food. rocky never turns foen cat food ever. so i when to give it to him and he smelt it and walked away. at that moment i new somwthing was wrong. so we took him to a 24 hour vet and they said he wasnt eating ang they drue blood from him to see what wrong. and we got the phone call at 9.23.10 that he had cancer and was in horibal pain and had to be put down. it was horable to hear. i feelt like i just got stabed in the heart.we had to put him down. i cryed so hard and everytime i walk around my house i think of all the places we had funn and talked and cuddled and played. the owrst parth about this is that it was only a 3 day notice that he was even sick. and now hes gone 4 ever and its so hard.