I brought my cat (hyperthyroidic, been thin for years) to the vet after I noticed she had stopped eating for a day and a half. Her appetite had been decreasing for a few weeks, but I blamed her food (prescription—she never really liked it) and a new dog in the house. Vet gave some anti nausea pills and an appetite stimulate.
Next day I found my cat lying in her own feces so I rushed her back to vet. We decided to leave her there for four days to hydrate and run tests. They called every morning and evening with progress reports. Sometimes she was bright and chatty, others she was quiet and resting.
When I went to visit her on a Monday after she spent a few days there, the vet said she had been alert in the morning, but that she had gone downhill in the subsequent morning hours. My vet said the horrible words: I think it’s time.
I’m devastated that I didn’t bring her in earlier. I’m heartbroken that her last days and hours were at the vet. When I saw her on that Monday, she didn’t recognize me. There was nothing behind her eyes.
I had the money for and was willing to try chemo for her, but I was too late. God, this kills me. It’s been 3 weeks and I can’t sleep because I think about how I let her down. My mental health is starting to suffer.
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