Sorry if this is the wrong place for this post. Khadgar was my Maine coon of 5 years. We were always like 2 peas in a pod. He was there for me through a lot of tough times and I'm pretty sure I was his favorite person in the house.
But then he suddenly lost a ton of weight seemingly out of nowhere. He was wanting to eat 5-6 cans of wet food a day. He would drink like there was no tomorrow. Then he started showing signs of dental issues. And then he started peeing on things. My laundry (he would climb into my laundry hamper to pee on my clothes in it), my shoes, the bath mat all while the litter box is clean and in the spot he'd used used it so many times before with full access.
Everything was saying I should take him to the vet. As much as I wanted to, the pandemic has screwed me financially to the point I could barely afford his litter and food. My family was wanting to get rid of him anyway because they got a chihuahua (he's a very sweet and gentle one) and my cat would often hiss at the new puppy even when the puppy isn't even looking at him. They concluded my cat was an asshole and needed to go. So my mom took him to the shelter a few days ago. They don't realize how much he meant to me. They don't even understand how much I appreciate animals to begin with. I've never been big on fishing, squishing/spraying bugs even. I just don't like things being hurt like that. I cried when we took Khadgar in as if someone had just died. That is weird to my family, so there's some insight on to how deep their empathy goes.
"He's just a cat, you can get another one. Remember how much he peed on your stuff?" they'd say. Yes in fact I do remember. But I also remember that cat wiping my tears more than anyone else I had in my life. I try to tell him he's an animal and I'm not gonna be mad at him just because he messed up stuff that I CAN easily replace.
Hearing his worried meow as he was in his cage just ripped my heart open. It was the same sound he made when he needed help if it started raining or something. It was like he knew that he was being taken away before he even left the house.
I know he needed to go somewhere where he could get better care. But I can't stop myself from thinking they're just going to put him down because I've been told by a few different sources after that the shelter will euthanize him if they can't sell him. The anxiety and guilt I feel every day since then is eating away at me. I keep thinking my cat is going to greet me when I walk into my room, but he's not there. He's in some place where I assume he is wondering what he did wrong and if he'll ever see me or the house again. It hurts knowing he is probably so confused and that I will never know what fate lies in store for my little buddy. I can't shake the feeling that I let him down and I'll never have a cat that will make me feel the way he did.
If there's any helpful words anyone can offer for someone in my situation, I could really use it. I just want to find peace somehow.
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