Hello everyone, this is such a sad day. I've had to make the decision to have my 17-year-old girl put down this Tuesday at 4 pm after a short illness. She suddenly lost about 10 pounds in a week and I barely noticed because she's a longhair. She hasn't eaten anything more than a few bites for two days now, though she has still managed to make some decent poops. It could be a number of ailments, but I can't afford tests or treatments and my vet said if she lost weight this quickly, she is most likely beyond treatment and is at the right age when this usually happens. The same thing happened to her brother Scooch in August - one day he stopped eating and began pacing the apartment, hiding in the dark bathtub, then jumping out every few minutes and panting. The vet told me those were end-of-life signs and he needed to be put down. Mooshie began hiding in the bathroom last night too, so I had to make the decision - I don't want her to get to the panting stage. She already has the same glassy-eyed look that Scooch had towards the very end - my vet says they can't process what's happening to them, they only know how to go on for one more day. I'm absolutely distraught and I feel like the world's worst cat mom, losing both my babies within 6 months of each other. They've been my world for 17 years. I can't even describe the pain of not having them both here will be like. I live alone and don't have friends, just a few relatives. I plan to spend the next four days just holding her and kissing her as much as possible. I hope I've given her a great life and she knows how much I love her. I feel guilty over losing my temper with her several times after Scoochie passed - she became so clingy and needy, it was hard to handle both of us being in mourning.
I don't know what else to say. I just love her so much and I do hope there is an afterlife and she'll be reunited with her buddies Scooch, Puck, and Fishy and they can all play together again. Thank you so much for listening 
