My wife had a cat when we met and we quickly bonded. Every time I would call meow meow, he would come running to me. About 5 yrs later, he got sick and wouldn;t eat. The vet said they couldn't figure it out but I think he had a stroke. I was putting down milk for him but my dogs started drinking it so I put it up on the counter. My little bud got up there to drink and saw me enter the room. He thought he would be in trouble since he knew he wasn;t allowed on the counters and he jumped, breaking his frail little hips. This was on a holiday and we live about an hour from the nearest emergency vet. There was nothing that could be done except to put him out of his misery and I didn;t want to make him suffer through a long car ride too so I snapped his neck. I wept for days and it still brings tears to my eyes. Little lions and tigers.