On Thursday my cat started to decline quickly. The once perky cat who used to vocally demand bites of chicken and pets suddenly refused to leave our bathroom and refused to eat. My mum and I put a blanket in the bath tub for him to lay on if he wanted and we kept the tap on a trickle so he could drink. We checked on him often and talked to him about our memories with him. Friday was the same and he died on Saturday morning at 11:30. My mum was petting him and she felt his heart stop. He was two months shy of 13 and a sweet cat. He loved it when I would turn the tap on for him to drink out of and when I would give him chicken.