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I've had my cat Josh since I was a kid. I'm not sure how to map out cat years, but essentially we've had him for 13 years. I know he's not that old, but all of his life he struggled with his weight and he became very obese which is always bad for cats. Although he was obese, he was never aggressive about eating. He would eat his bowl and his bowl alone because we have another younger cat named Sly. A year ago, he dropped more than half of his weight in less then 3 months and was eating like crazy. He would fight my other cat Sly off and eat both the bowls.
At the time, we were struggling money wise and couldn't take him to the vet and also my cat Sly had Kidney Stones so we were trying to deal with that and we didn't see the fast decline with my other cat until we really looked at him. We thought he wouldn't live much longer. The vet said over the phone that there wasn't really anything much he could do because some vital organ was failing Josh and I don't know all of the details (my mom was talking with the vet) Anyway, we thought he was only going to live for a couple more months because we could see his bones, he was that thin! and his breathing became labored and broken. He struggled to breathe and he would make a really loud noise when he breathed. Then his walking started to go and he could hardly get up the stares. He was falling apart over a long period of time.
A couple of days ago, he stopped eating and drinking water completely. He declined so fast, so so fat over the last couple of days. Now he cannot move so he's just been laying in the same spot since last night and we've been trying to give him water on a flat plate because he can't pick up his head anymore and we have him wrapped in a little blanket. And when he tries to pick up his head when I pet him, he tries to look at me, and his entire body shakes.
I want to put him to sleep because I'll know he's going peacefully. Right now, I don't know if he's in pain or what, but my dad is against putting him to sleep. He's really attached to my cat and when we put our old cat Tabby down, my dad was always upset that we didn't euthanize her at home or let her pass away in the comfort of our home.
It's really hard to watch him fade like this. I thought I had accepted the fact he was dying when he started breathing weird which was a while ago, but it's still hard to see him go. I wasn't there when our older cat was put to sleep so I don't know what it's like to lose a pet.
I named Josh and I was the one who begged to have him. My parents said I should get a more energetic cat because when we were at the shelter, Josh was hiding behind the chair and hissing at me (probably because he was a scared kitten!) but I wanted him so badly. I don't know what drew me to him, but I wanted him. I didn't care that he was shy or scared and wouldn't let me pick him up because I loved him the moment I saw him. It hurts remembering that no one wanted him. I remember the vets saying that all of his brothers were adopted but no one wanted him because he wasn't "fun."
I just love him so much. He is my kitty and I know in a couple of days he will be gone.
At the time, we were struggling money wise and couldn't take him to the vet and also my cat Sly had Kidney Stones so we were trying to deal with that and we didn't see the fast decline with my other cat until we really looked at him. We thought he wouldn't live much longer. The vet said over the phone that there wasn't really anything much he could do because some vital organ was failing Josh and I don't know all of the details (my mom was talking with the vet) Anyway, we thought he was only going to live for a couple more months because we could see his bones, he was that thin! and his breathing became labored and broken. He struggled to breathe and he would make a really loud noise when he breathed. Then his walking started to go and he could hardly get up the stares. He was falling apart over a long period of time.
A couple of days ago, he stopped eating and drinking water completely. He declined so fast, so so fat over the last couple of days. Now he cannot move so he's just been laying in the same spot since last night and we've been trying to give him water on a flat plate because he can't pick up his head anymore and we have him wrapped in a little blanket. And when he tries to pick up his head when I pet him, he tries to look at me, and his entire body shakes.
I want to put him to sleep because I'll know he's going peacefully. Right now, I don't know if he's in pain or what, but my dad is against putting him to sleep. He's really attached to my cat and when we put our old cat Tabby down, my dad was always upset that we didn't euthanize her at home or let her pass away in the comfort of our home.
It's really hard to watch him fade like this. I thought I had accepted the fact he was dying when he started breathing weird which was a while ago, but it's still hard to see him go. I wasn't there when our older cat was put to sleep so I don't know what it's like to lose a pet.
I named Josh and I was the one who begged to have him. My parents said I should get a more energetic cat because when we were at the shelter, Josh was hiding behind the chair and hissing at me (probably because he was a scared kitten!) but I wanted him so badly. I don't know what drew me to him, but I wanted him. I didn't care that he was shy or scared and wouldn't let me pick him up because I loved him the moment I saw him. It hurts remembering that no one wanted him. I remember the vets saying that all of his brothers were adopted but no one wanted him because he wasn't "fun."
I just love him so much. He is my kitty and I know in a couple of days he will be gone.
before he was ill
