I rescued Boi from a shelter ten years ago. He was already about nine years old and was considered hard to adopt because of his age. I fell in love with him! He came home with me and that night I noticed he was sneezing and dehydrated. I stayed up all night giving him water by dropper. I took him to the vets the next morning and found out he had pneumonia. He would not take the antibiotic by mouth so he had to go to the vets daily for a week for a shot and feeding by syringe as he refused to eat voluntarily.
It's hard to say who rescued who as he became my best friend during a difficult time in my life.
Last week, he had a seizure and has not been the same since. Any vets I called said it would likely be best to have him euthanized because of his age. I wasn't ready to do that. He seemed to recover after a while and ate and drank heartily.
In the past few days he has taken a turn for the worse. Slowly losing his ability to walk, use the cat box and even eat or drink without assistance. It's heartbreaking to watch him fail! I sleep with him at night in my sofa as I don't want to leave his side. I don't want him to die alone. I am devastated! I can't imagine life without him! His meowls, he's Siamese. His nuzzling my feet and sleeping between my feet when I'm sitting. His gentle tapping on my leg to get my attention when I'm sitting and not giving him the attention he wants right then. His loving looks up at me.
It's just too much to handle! I knew this day would come, sooner or later. But, knowing that doesn't change the deep, overwhelming grief I feel. I'm missing him already and he hasn't passed yet. How will I ever manage to cope when the end comes?
