Sadly my only own experience with a dying feline is with a 4 week old.
We had adopted a small black and white female kitten called buttercup. She was a runt, but very feisty and such a cuddler. We took her home to her own room to start the assimilation process. Gave her lots of love. The next morning she awoke fine, but by lunch she seemed weak, and she did not wanted to eat, which was strange for a kitty so young. By afternoon she was wobbling and had threw n up the small amount of water that she had . We rushed her to the veterinary (in the same shelter we adopted her from), and I had to hold her while she was connected to the IV to try to hydratate her. The vet took some blood samples and told me to go home , she would call me if anything happened. We did, but we were glued to the phone. 2 hours later, the called with the bad news. Buttercup tested positive for Leukemia, probably transfered from the mother.
She told us that at that stage there was nothing she could do, to come back in the morning to say goodbye (it was 10 PM by that time and we did not have a car). We never made it, she died during the night, in the arms of the veterinary.
To this date I think that had I not adopted her, she would not have had the stress and she could have lived until her inmune system was stronger...She's buriend in my in-laws garden, and eveerytime we go visit I go to say hello. I still can't go without crying.
We had adopted a small black and white female kitten called buttercup. She was a runt, but very feisty and such a cuddler. We took her home to her own room to start the assimilation process. Gave her lots of love. The next morning she awoke fine, but by lunch she seemed weak, and she did not wanted to eat, which was strange for a kitty so young. By afternoon she was wobbling and had threw n up the small amount of water that she had . We rushed her to the veterinary (in the same shelter we adopted her from), and I had to hold her while she was connected to the IV to try to hydratate her. The vet took some blood samples and told me to go home , she would call me if anything happened. We did, but we were glued to the phone. 2 hours later, the called with the bad news. Buttercup tested positive for Leukemia, probably transfered from the mother.
She told us that at that stage there was nothing she could do, to come back in the morning to say goodbye (it was 10 PM by that time and we did not have a car). We never made it, she died during the night, in the arms of the veterinary.
To this date I think that had I not adopted her, she would not have had the stress and she could have lived until her inmune system was stronger...She's buriend in my in-laws garden, and eveerytime we go visit I go to say hello. I still can't go without crying.