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So, it finally came to pass that my little black cat Max has crossed the rainbow bridge. He was diagnosed with IBD about 2 years ago and we had been treating him pretty successfully for awhile. In Jan 2019 he started to gradually lose weight. We tried an elimination diet but his appetite was fading and he was vomiting a lot again. All his blood work was good but the IBD treatment of Prednisolone, Cerenia, B12, and Mirtazapine was no longer working like it had been. I took him to another vet at the end of May for a second opinion and we tried weekly steroid and B12 shots and we tried Methimazole since his T4 was at the very high end of normal. That seemed to perk him up for a short while but about 3 weeks later he stopped eating and had gone down to just over 7lbs (he had been 9lbs in Jan). We syringe fed him Hills A/D three times a day when he stopped eating on his own. On Monday night, July 8th he started refusing water. He had his shot appointment the next morning. When I got him to the vet's office he was down to a little under 7 lbs. She said we could try a feeding tube to get him some nutrition and some subq fluids but that he probably wasn't going to get better. He had been through so much that I just couldn't ask any more of him. So, I made the decision to let him go and I held him as he took his last breath. My Max crossed on July 9th at 17 years old.
We had Max since he was 7 weeks old. He had been my special cat; he would sleep with me, and follow me around the house and sit on my lap. He wouldn't let anyone else pet him and he wouldn't go to anyone else. He always greeted me with a trill when I came home from work.
I don't feel any guilt about my decision because I know it was the only thing left I could do for him. I just miss him so much. I've lost several cats over the years and it never gets any easier.
We had Max since he was 7 weeks old. He had been my special cat; he would sleep with me, and follow me around the house and sit on my lap. He wouldn't let anyone else pet him and he wouldn't go to anyone else. He always greeted me with a trill when I came home from work.
I don't feel any guilt about my decision because I know it was the only thing left I could do for him. I just miss him so much. I've lost several cats over the years and it never gets any easier.