I had a cat named Cassey. She was a very cute white long haired cat. She was always very playful and affectionate. She got along well with my dog Buffy. Although there was one problem. She wouldn't go in her litter box. I thought that if we could not get the problem fixed that we would have to give her away or put her down. When my mom caught her going on the couch, she decided it was time to take her in to the humaine society. I found out later that day and talked my mom into getting her back. So the next day while I was at school she went to go get Cassey. When I got home from school I went to look for her. Thats when my mom told me they had to put her to sleep because they couldn't give away a cat that wasn't litter box trained. My mom feels bad that she did that, but I realize that it is no ones fault and in the end this was the only solution even if it wasn't what we would have planned. I know not to worry about her right now because her memory will always be alive inside of me. She has gone to a better place.