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Well, my cat is gone. My cat was born in May of 2006 and I got him in August. He was the last kitten left and he meowed at me so much in the room that I couldn't concentrate on anyone else. I took him out to the little room and he ran around like a crazy cat. He was very talkative and I thought it was because he wanted to come home with me. Later on I learned he just liked to talk. He also was trying to bust out of the carrier. Later I would learn he doesn't like to be constrained.
But I got him home and he stayed under the bed for most of the next two weeks, but after a while he became my buddy.
He was with me for my entire tenure where I work, he was with me with an abusive boss, he was with me with both my parents deaths, and even covid.
But last May he started having obvious problems. Unable to walk, watery eyes. He was throwing up but it didn't seem that much. By October it was 8+ times a month. I was gong to cure him but by January he was still doing it. So I went to the vet and he had a number of possible things that could be causing it and probably would kill him. Chronic Renal Failure, Hyperthyroid, etc... but nothing I could hang my hat on and say *ahh we can treat this** but it kept getting worse and worse and finally on Tuesday he threw up horribly and looked like he was going to go number two -- like it was coming out of both sides.
I said, enough. I had read on a site once that when your cat has chronic throwing up the expected life is only two years...
It didn't go as easy as I thought it would though, he struggled getting the sedation and I had to hold him down, then in just a few minutes he fell over. I had to leave - he is just not the type that it would have made a difference for me to stay -- but then the vet came and got me and told me he was at peace. Even now I don't really feel it but I have sproratic crying fits. I feel like I have lost an arm.. I keep listening for him, I keep the TV volume down because he didn't like it too loud.
I just wish I didn't have to do it.. I just wish -- I feel like a failure like maybe I shouldn't have anymore pets.
But I got him home and he stayed under the bed for most of the next two weeks, but after a while he became my buddy.
He was with me for my entire tenure where I work, he was with me with an abusive boss, he was with me with both my parents deaths, and even covid.
But last May he started having obvious problems. Unable to walk, watery eyes. He was throwing up but it didn't seem that much. By October it was 8+ times a month. I was gong to cure him but by January he was still doing it. So I went to the vet and he had a number of possible things that could be causing it and probably would kill him. Chronic Renal Failure, Hyperthyroid, etc... but nothing I could hang my hat on and say *ahh we can treat this** but it kept getting worse and worse and finally on Tuesday he threw up horribly and looked like he was going to go number two -- like it was coming out of both sides.
I said, enough. I had read on a site once that when your cat has chronic throwing up the expected life is only two years...
It didn't go as easy as I thought it would though, he struggled getting the sedation and I had to hold him down, then in just a few minutes he fell over. I had to leave - he is just not the type that it would have made a difference for me to stay -- but then the vet came and got me and told me he was at peace. Even now I don't really feel it but I have sproratic crying fits. I feel like I have lost an arm.. I keep listening for him, I keep the TV volume down because he didn't like it too loud.
I just wish I didn't have to do it.. I just wish -- I feel like a failure like maybe I shouldn't have anymore pets.