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It's been almost a week since my baby, my first cat, my love, Malte, was euthinized at home. He's been suffering from CKD for a while and he recently took a turn for the worse...
I gave him the weekend to get better, but he didn't. There was nothing I could do. The thing is I feel really guilty. He was sooo cuddly even at the end. The only thing that was different is that he didn't go to the litterbox (not outside either), wouldn't eat his normal food and walked a little wobbly sometimes. I had two veterinarians tell me that it was the best thing to do for him, but I just miss him so much.
Malte was my birthday present when I turned thirteen and he's been the love of my life ever since! He was my beautiful prince that made my life worth living. When my depression got really bad, he was my reason not to leave. When I was struggling with my sexuality, he made me feel loved. I don't know how I'm supposed to live without him...
If it wasn't for my girlfriend I'm not sure I would've made it through the week, but I can't shake the feeling that I made the wrong decision.
We only got nine years and two weeks. You left way to soon.
I gave him the weekend to get better, but he didn't. There was nothing I could do. The thing is I feel really guilty. He was sooo cuddly even at the end. The only thing that was different is that he didn't go to the litterbox (not outside either), wouldn't eat his normal food and walked a little wobbly sometimes. I had two veterinarians tell me that it was the best thing to do for him, but I just miss him so much.
Malte was my birthday present when I turned thirteen and he's been the love of my life ever since! He was my beautiful prince that made my life worth living. When my depression got really bad, he was my reason not to leave. When I was struggling with my sexuality, he made me feel loved. I don't know how I'm supposed to live without him...
If it wasn't for my girlfriend I'm not sure I would've made it through the week, but I can't shake the feeling that I made the wrong decision.
We only got nine years and two weeks. You left way to soon.