The cat

So my roommate's cat is dying. The 20 year old cat. The 20 year old cat the liked to pee on my clean clothes and bathmat. I don't like the cat, however I will not speak badly of the dying. I Am trying my best to support my roommate through this. It's not everyday that one must make the decision to put a beloved pet down. And not being able to help the sick cat makes me feel a little helpless. Being that I can save the life of a crack-head human, but I can't do anything to treat the cat. I know cats are a bit different that humans (duh), but I still feel terrible. I watch her sit with her cat, talking to her, saying her goodbyes. If I was an emotional person I would cry. But the death and sickness I see everyday has harden me.