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My beautiful,sweet 13 year old boy Phoenix was just diagnosed with CHF as well, caused by HCM. He was perfectly fine Wednesday morning, but became suddenly lethargic Wed evening. We rushed him to the ER where we were told it was CHF and he had a substantial amount of fluid pulled from around his heart. As I decided to say me goodbye, he perked up and seemed to feel much better. I couldn't do it. I was referred to a cardiologist located 1.5 hours away. We spent the next day there having every test done that could be done. Phoenix has one functioning kidney left along with several other ailments that are not currently causing any clinical signs. We left with the intent to treat the CHF as much as possible. I have tried everything to get his meds into him. I have had cats my entire life and never had a problem pilling one or medicating one for 30 years. Phoenix just will not. The 2 times I have gotten them down, he throws them up. He has eaten dry food his entire life, but loves moist food. I've crushed and hidden in there, tried pill pockets, crushed his favorite treats and rolled them up. He refuses. I refuse to have him mad at me and I can't bear the thought of his last days with me to be hiding/running from me or not talking to me. I have decided to make him as comfortable and happy as possible. He has always been spoiled anyway I've cried for days, but I won't torture him or allow him to suffer. I'm counting his breaths multiple times per day. When I see the increase begin, I will let him go peacefully. He is himself for now except that he is only awake for 10 minutes per hour on average. He has been right by my side since about 4 hours after the last torturous medicine episode. He has told me he is ready (yes I know he can't speak). I pray that I am able to let him go peacefully before a blood clot or something worse comes up. He has been there for almost all of my adult life, every move, every relationship, my marriage, and the birth of my daughter. I can't imagine the morning to come when he isn't there to wake me up or the afternoon when he isn't at the front door waiting for me. I pray that your sweet baby continues to feel better! I never knew how horrible this disease could be.