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posted on Apr, 25 2022 @ 02:20 PM
I buried my furry four-legged feline friend today. It wasn't a surprise. Last night, I was considering taking him to the vet today to get put down
anyways, so he saved me from having to go through that. I know it wouldn't have been easy for me to get the words out to tell them what I knew needed
to be done. There's been several times over the past couple years that I thought he was gonna be gone very soon, but he kept pulling out of it and
perking back up again, but I've known for the last month or so that he wasn't gonna pull out of it this time.
The only thing that's been keeping him eating is the appetite pill I've been giving him. The other times I gave him that pill every other day for
about a week, and then he would be back to eating on his own again, but this time I knew it was going to continue every other day until he was gone. I
don't know if that was the right thing to do or not. Maybe I should have just let him go a couple months ago. I don't think he had been in pain, but
he hadn't been happy for awhile either. He started losing his coordination a couple weeks ago. Sometimes, his 4 legs would not all be working
together, and he would stumble a little bit. Also, he would sometimes just stop and stand there like he completely forgot what he was doing.
Regardless, knowing that his end was coming didn't make it any easier. I loved/love that little punk.
Can't post a pic. I've posted pics of him on here before, but I have no idea when or what the thread was.
eta: OK I think I can use imgur to post pics here...
These aren't recent at all. They're from quite a few years ago. He hadn't been that big for awhile. Actually, for the last couple years, he's been
much too thin.
edit on 4/25/22 by BrokenCircles because: (no reason given)