My little guy passed on in June, still cannot get over him, even though I was warned about it. He was sick, underweight, not eating.
Took to vet many times, for prescriptions, nothing else to be done, he said. Well, I could have taken him to Emergency hospital for tests, but I did not
think it was so urgent. Only 12. He looked okay more or less, and he was always picky about eating on and off. Maybe it was wishful thinking he would survive.
So I found him in the hall one morning,. I knew immediately. Just hours before, he hopped in bed with me to hug. So did he know?
It is hard for me to write this It took 10 weeks. Talked with a few people, including a veterinary research center consultant--no help!
Its like I can see him in my apartment and I dream about a cat., he is my only family, my "child". I live alone, always have, and will. We had an understanding.
. No more cats, not my senior age. Too much grief in the past. No more talking to people who cannot understand! My life is simpler without worrying about him
but at least he gave it meaning and purpose. SAD.