Well, i hate to use this place as a blog, so i will lock this topic around tomorrow afternoon.
Tom earlier last year.

So, my cat who is named Tom is 16 years old. He has been with me since i was born and i've cared for him and loved him all these years. Of course i didn't take care of him as a babby, but of course there were many kitten hugs to be had.
Over the years he went from cynical to relaxed to completely gone. I've loved him no matter what he did all of these years because he's just a cat and there's nothing wrong with loving up furniture or having the occasional mess around the house.
And so here it is, his 17th year of his long life and it's coming to a sad end. He is ill constantly, he can't control where he poops and pees, his skin is dry and is falling off of him and he lost 5 pounds.
He knows he's ill and his mind has set him completely back to kitten. Right now he just sits in the basement so he doesn't make messes around the house, not because we put him there, because he knows what he's doing wrong.
I really can't think of what i'll do without him, he has been there all these years and has always been my friend.
I can't help but tear up when i'm writing this because i really don't want him to go, but we can't afford to give him medical assistance and he's just too old to save in his condition.
I'm just really devastated right now.
I'm really going to miss him. ;^;