I've been trying to stay upbeat here by posting funny pictures of our bengals and injecting humor into threads. Therapy for myself mostly.
It helps me deal with what one of our cats is going through. His name is Kahekili, and his picture is found below. Kahekili was the name of the last prince/king of the island of Maui.
Kahekili is only one year old and he can longer walk at all. We've been struggling with his condition for 3 months now. He got better for a short time, then took a nosedive for the worst. The vets can't find anything physically wrong with him. All his tests check out fine. I'm at a loss to what is wrong with our beloved boy.
He's been a trooper through all of it....the shots, the needles, the tests, the vet visits, the indignities suffered by cats who can't use the litter box on their own, the fact that he has to eat supported by one of us, etc etc. Never has he complained or fussed.
Everyday he puts on his best face and meows encouragingly, purrs and gives us love. I watch him steadily lose muscle mass in his limbs and I grieve. My wife sobs daily, she can't speak of it without crying.
I don't know what to do, he is so happy to be around us, but is this any life for a cat who was so vibrant, so full of life, so young?
I don't think he will get better, the vets are grasping for straws now. I can't bear to see him like this and I can't bear to put him down.
I need to find the strength somewhere to make a decision. It is so very difficult.
It helps me deal with what one of our cats is going through. His name is Kahekili, and his picture is found below. Kahekili was the name of the last prince/king of the island of Maui.
Kahekili is only one year old and he can longer walk at all. We've been struggling with his condition for 3 months now. He got better for a short time, then took a nosedive for the worst. The vets can't find anything physically wrong with him. All his tests check out fine. I'm at a loss to what is wrong with our beloved boy.
He's been a trooper through all of it....the shots, the needles, the tests, the vet visits, the indignities suffered by cats who can't use the litter box on their own, the fact that he has to eat supported by one of us, etc etc. Never has he complained or fussed.
Everyday he puts on his best face and meows encouragingly, purrs and gives us love. I watch him steadily lose muscle mass in his limbs and I grieve. My wife sobs daily, she can't speak of it without crying.
I don't know what to do, he is so happy to be around us, but is this any life for a cat who was so vibrant, so full of life, so young?
I don't think he will get better, the vets are grasping for straws now. I can't bear to see him like this and I can't bear to put him down.
I need to find the strength somewhere to make a decision. It is so very difficult.