pet related post

About 7 years ago I rescued a little kitty from a farm, it's mommy got killed by a cyote and I felt sooo bad that I had to take him home.  The town he was born in is called Milesville so I named him Miles for short.  My dad hated that I had brought a cat home, but soon grew attached to him.  I got married and was moving in with my husband after our honeymoon, and was going to bring Miles with me, but he had to be acclimated to a dog and a female cat that my husband and I got when we were engaged.  Miles hated his new sisters, and I figured it would have been too much of a hassle to keep them all separated, plus I didn't know how he would act when we started having children.  I asked my parents if they could keep him, since I (the baby) was moving out, they would still have some part of me still living with them.  They agreed!  Miles is between 6 and 7 years old and was diagnosed with diabetes about 6months to a year ago.  My parents went on vacation this past week and he went to the vet so he could be watched closely.  Miles was doing great until about a few days ago, and took a turn for the worst, wouldn't eat or drink. when my parents got back they had to put him down :( he was so far gone that nothing would help him live.  I hate when pets die, but I guess it's apart of life.  All we have left now are memories.  Goodbye Miles :(  I will love you always and never forget you.