Two weeks ago I posted about my cat Cujo who was 16 years old & experiencing some concerning health issues. Last week I noticed he started to breath weird, as if he was struggling, so I took him to the vet and had him examined. The vet gave me devastating news that he appeared to be very sick. She believes he had anemia, most likely caused by kidney failure, severe arthritis in his back legs, and was losing his vision and hearing. She was honest with me and told me I could try to give him treatment but there were no guarantees. She also believed he may have have some stomach issues. I was completely heart broken. I had Cujo since I was 11 years old (I'm turning 28 in 2 weeks), we grew up together. He was such an amazing cat, he had a wonderful personality, very loving and affectionate. I couldn't let him suffer, so I had to make the heart breaking decision to put him to sleep.
Looking back, I realize now how sick he really was. During his last few weeks he barely did anything. He was laying all day, and just got up to go to the bathroom or eat/drink. He became distant from me, wouldn't sleep beside me, he was hiding in weird places, etc. It was so heart breaking to see him like that. My head knew it was his time to go, but my heart wasn't ready. I had to work on his last day and I wish so badly that I could have spent it with him. When I took him to the vet I was expecting to have blood work done, and then in a few days find out the results, I didn't know I would lose him that day. I couldn't stop crying for days, I still cry off and on. It's amazing how much he meant to me, he was my baby. I know my heart will heal with time but I miss him terribly. & I know I did the right thing as he was suffering, and in a weird way I feel relieved that he isn't suffering anymore. However, my husband and friends don't understand how much pain I'm in. I literally feel as if a part of me is gone. I needed to reach out to someone who understands the pain, and I figured I could relate to others here. Has anyone else gone through this? Any advice on how to deal with it?
Thank you
Looking back, I realize now how sick he really was. During his last few weeks he barely did anything. He was laying all day, and just got up to go to the bathroom or eat/drink. He became distant from me, wouldn't sleep beside me, he was hiding in weird places, etc. It was so heart breaking to see him like that. My head knew it was his time to go, but my heart wasn't ready. I had to work on his last day and I wish so badly that I could have spent it with him. When I took him to the vet I was expecting to have blood work done, and then in a few days find out the results, I didn't know I would lose him that day. I couldn't stop crying for days, I still cry off and on. It's amazing how much he meant to me, he was my baby. I know my heart will heal with time but I miss him terribly. & I know I did the right thing as he was suffering, and in a weird way I feel relieved that he isn't suffering anymore. However, my husband and friends don't understand how much pain I'm in. I literally feel as if a part of me is gone. I needed to reach out to someone who understands the pain, and I figured I could relate to others here. Has anyone else gone through this? Any advice on how to deal with it?
Thank you