Thank you. Now I'm feeling much worse again.
I was going through my history tab looking for some articles for my job and came across my e-mail to the vet about Max, as well as searches on his bladder thickening.
I go a little crazy when my pets are so sick and in his case, I knew he had gotten a lot worse but over the week before his death, kept giving him meds, fluids, etc. somehow thinking everything was the same and if I tended to him enough, he would be okay. Because I had it in my mind he was okay, I think I got too impatient with him, yelling at him to be quiet when he meowed a lot, etc.
He used to keep me awake at night even before he was sick, coming into my bedroom, meowing, etc. So I got into the habit of not letting him sleep with me. I would kiss him goodnight in the living room and give him love there but when he was sick and wanted to come into my bedroom, I kept the door closed.
It wasn't just him, one of my other cats awakens me constantly and I was exhausted, which is also why I kept the door closed.
I know it sounds terrible and feel horribly guilty about it. I just kind of kept telling myself he would be okay and didn't mean to let him suffer, but I know he did.