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Okay so a little over a month ago, our cat, Niles, died from cancer. He had two tumors in his throat, which made eating and even breathing difficult, and he couldn't meow anymore.. I was at home the weekend he died and he just looked terrible. He was literally a skeleton with fur. On Friday he was still walking around and acknowledging you when you'd walk in a room, and he'd even still try to meow, which was extremely sad for me to see. On Saturday, he seemed to have gotten a little worse but he was still kind of walking around, but I'm wondering... did he know he was dying? He's normally a very mean, angry cat. He hated being touched ANYWHERE except his head and the back of his neck, and he hated being held by anyone but my mom. He never sat in my lap in all the 12 years we've had him, and on saturday, he came and just sat in my lap and was purring very loud, and he would follow me. If I went to my room, he would come there and just lay on the pillow I had for him on the floor, but when he sat there, he had a blank stare (if his eyes were open). I hated seeing him like this, I couldn't look at him without crying really hard, and I got a very strong vibe from him, it was almost like I could feel his pain and how miserable he was. I hated seeing him like that. He started getting a little skinnier in the stomach area earlier this year and in August I noticed the lump, and after that, he just rapidly lost weight and developed another tumor. he often scratched his neck and that made the a wound so his neck was filthy, and since he stopped cleaning himself, he just looked terrible. When I came home Thursday night, I walked in the bathroom (where he stayed) and as soon as I saw him, I immediately broke into tears and I cried so hard, and I couldn't stop, even after I left the room. It was so heartbreaking, especially for me since I'm a huge cat lover. The saturday of the weekend he died, I was up all night, often checking on him, and I just had a strong gut feeling that he was going to die very soon, which he did. He died Sunday around noon. Though I'm glad he isn't suffering, I hate that he died this way. I hate it so much, even typing all this gave me a lump in my throat and made me tear up. He could have lived so much longer, he was only 12. He was always very muscular (since he was an outdoor cat) and was literally fearless. He wasn't scared of ANYTHING. Two big dogs came in our front yard one day while he was out there, and his fur fluffed up SO big and he just ran up to both of them and slapped in the face and they took off. He was a badass cat. Though he was mostly mean all the time, I still loved him. I grew up with him since I was 7, and it hard to believe he's gone. He's the last childhood pet of mine that was still alive, and now that he's gone, all the pets and animals I knew from my childhood are dead, which is sad to me :/
And after that experience, I'm scared of my cat, Nala, dying like this. I'm so attached to her and she's just the PERFECT cat for me, and she loves me a **** load. I'm sure it would hurt much worse to see her go through what Niles did :'(
BUT ANYWAYS... did he know he was dying? Is that why he would sit in my lap and purr and want to always be around me? Because he's never been that way with me, ever, and I'm just curious if he was doing it to "say goodbye"
And after that experience, I'm scared of my cat, Nala, dying like this. I'm so attached to her and she's just the PERFECT cat for me, and she loves me a **** load. I'm sure it would hurt much worse to see her go through what Niles did :'(
BUT ANYWAYS... did he know he was dying? Is that why he would sit in my lap and purr and want to always be around me? Because he's never been that way with me, ever, and I'm just curious if he was doing it to "say goodbye"