On Saturday I had to say goodbye to my little boy and life for the past 18 years like alot of people on here i am so devastated I don't know how to even live without him. It all feels too raw after having to put his brother to sleep only five months ago, he was really poorly with an overactive thyroid which we struggled to manage as it was so aggressive. I wasn't surprised when the time came to end his suffering, with Scratchy however I am in shock. He was feeling his age and had been very vocal after his brother died. His back legs were weak and I spent most of my time reassuring him and cleaning up poo where he had missed the litter tray. He howled all night and I would pick him up and take him to bed with me. He seemed disorientated .. I presumed he had gone deaf or a bit senile. On Friday evening we had our usual cuddle and play fight and I went to bed. At 2am he woke me up howling as usual but this time it was different he seemed out of breath. I went to him and instead of meowing he flopped on the floor and didnt move. I knew instantly something was very wrong. I picked him up and put him on my bed, his tail was down and he was breathing hard. I settled him and sat up trying to comfort him. By 7am he didn't want to be touched, his eyes were sinking and he was laying on his side not responding to me. I took him to the vets expecting it to be his heart but instead was told he had a huge mass in his liver. He was only checked a month ago and nothing detected. He was laying on the vets table on his side and didn't move. At the age of 18 the vet told me I had no options other than to end his pain. So that's what I did, my beautiful little best friend slipped away while I told him I loved him.
Now I have lost them both, they were my life. My rationale brain tells me they were old and they lived like Gods, I was happy to be their slaves. My heart doesn't know what to do, everything reminds me of them, I feel anxious and cry all the time. I hope this gets easier. Wishing you all happier times
Now I have lost them both, they were my life. My rationale brain tells me they were old and they lived like Gods, I was happy to be their slaves. My heart doesn't know what to do, everything reminds me of them, I feel anxious and cry all the time. I hope this gets easier. Wishing you all happier times