Niner, our cat, was 18 years old when he passed a few weeks ago. He was my emotional support companion for 18 years and grew up with my daughter, who is currently 17 years old. They were best friends. Niner was life giving, he was everything to us. In May we woke up one morning and he was unable to walk. We took him to the emergency vet where I spent $2,000 trying to save him. We were able to bring him home the next day, but they told us to just make him comfortable. We did just that, I went out and got him a nice soft bed, a litter box for upstairs, food and water dishes and made his new home in my daughter’s room since that is where he spent 95% of his time. He improved, but we knew he was still 18 years old. On July 7th, we woke up and Niner couldn’t walk again and this time he wouldn’t eat either. The day was filled with tears, I knew what had to be done, but I didn’t want to do it. No one wants to say goodbye to their best friend and first baby. I found someone who would come to the house and would let us have our goodbye with him. It was the hardest day, but death is never easy. The next day the $500 bill came. I scraped together everything I had to pay it, which wasn’t much since I still hadn’t recovered from the emergency vet bill. Fast forward and my daughter wants a new cat, so she isn’t alone. We get her a new cat. The new cat, Midnight, is great until she isn’t. In the few weeks we have had her she has had three seizures that I know of. I know there is something wrong, but I have nothing left to give. I have maxed out everything I have. I spoke with a vet and they say testing would be about $800 on a minimum, I exhausted everything and don’t know how to get that, so I’m trying this. When you take in a pet it becomes part of your family. I don’t want to give up on her, she has already been abandoned twice, and she is our family now. Thank you for your time and reading my story.