It is the absolute fucking worst.
I will write more about it as soon as I feel up for it.
We have two little girls who have had their hearts absolutely shattered. The girls knew Inky had been sick for long time, just didn't realize how sick-- well, honestly, neither did we. He had suspected F.I.P., something we discovered back in late January after he had spent several days not acting like a kitten at all. We just thought he might go on living a pretty sad life for a long time, but then WHAM. In a couple of days he went from being just okay to barely hanging on for life. Matt and I made the heart-wrenching decision to have him put to sleep, which, mercifully, the vet was able to do at our house last night.
Iris and Eloise saying good-bye to Inky.