Ive been trying to cope with recent lost and have found some help reading through others posts and thought writing down mine could help me in mourning.
Its been less than 24 hours since I had to put my poor cat down. He was only 6 years old and I had rescued him at 1. He had a feral side but I developed a bound with him that would make anyone think I owned him as a kitten. I was away for Christmas and returned to find him and my other cat cheerful and happy to see me. I gave them their new Christmas present and even recorded a video and several pictures playing with him. The next morning I was taking him to the vet to get a dental cleaning. The vet had seen him two months prior and suggested he get one. Other than that he was deemed a perfectly healthy orange tabby. Yesterday morning, I put him in the carrier patted his head and told him everything was ok and not to worry. Only a short day at the vet and it would be over before he knew it. Shortly after dropping him off I received a phone call that his breathing sounded raspy and the vet wasn’t comfortable putting him under in this condition. She stated that it was most likely due to fluid buildup in his lungs caused by heart disease. Devastated, they told me they would give him some oxygen and medication to help the problem and we could plan the next steps. An hour later the vet let me know his condition had only worsened and that he wouldn’t make the transport to the 24 hour hospital. She suggested I come in and see him. I rushed to the vet and spent the last 10 mins petting his head while they had to put him down. I’m absolutely devastated and miss him so much. He would also curl up on my lap and keep me company whenever I needed it. He was such an amazing lively cat. I can’t get over how quickly things happened and am struggling with processing. He was everything to me and helped me through several really hard times. I wish I would have given him more love before taking him to the vet. I’m going to miss him so much.