My sweet Freddy passed away yesterday. He was only four years old. I noticed he wasn't feeling well this past weekend. He was mostly staying in one spot, his poops were very small, he was eating but not quite as much as usual and wasn't drinking much water. He still would nudge my hand for pets and give me kisses despite not feeling well. He had been sick a couple times before, nothing recently though, and always made a recovery. I tried to pick him up a couple times to try to massage his belly and he freaked out which was unusual. After the second day, I called the vet to make an appointment since I also noticed his breathing was a bit heavier. They squeezed me for an appointment that day. I rushed home from work to bring him in. As I picked him up, he struggled and fought to get away from me. I put him in a box with a blanket and hay but he struggled the entire way down the stairs. I then saw him falling over in box and he died as I made it to bottom of stairs. I am still in shock that he's gone. I keep blaming myself for putting that stress on him. He would still probably be alive if I just listened to him and let him stay home. Fred was the sweetest boy I've met. He loved being cuddled and pet more than anyone else. Sometimes I would wake up to being kissed by him. I miss him so much.