When I lost my first bengal I was devastated, he was 12 and I took him in because he was having a hard time to breathe, after tests and xrays they told me he had a cancerous growth in his chest, inoperable and he may live a week or two. I loved that cat and I was heartbroken but I know cancer is a battle you can't win and I didn't want him to suffer having a hard time to breathe so hard as it was I had him put down that afternoon. I know its very hard to loose them but I wouldn't let him suffer, he died in my arms. He died the way he lived surrounded by love and cuddles. I still miss him, the Christmas before he died my daughter had had a large oil painting done of him, after he died I turned the picture around, I couldn't bear to look at it. But even though I will always miss him I have two more bengals, the picture hangs on the wall and makes me feel like he is looking down at the other two.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion"