I think I've mentioned on here that Scotty has FIP, which is a terminal illness. We've been trying an experimental treatment but it doesn't seem to have been helping. He's been getting slowly worse, and has suddenly seemed worse over the last 24 to 48 hours.
DH and I talked tonight. We've realized that it's time. I hate having to make this decision but I also hate watching him suffer and becoming less and less himself. I've been watching the light just drain out of him. He was my little sunshine cat when he came home, and now he's a frail old guy who doesn't eat much and doesn't move around much. :-( :-(
This is him in happier times, but still after the diagnosis.
I'm so sorry Jess. He's super cute. I know it's not easy, but if you think he's ready to go, maybe you can find some peace knowing it was his time, and that you were there for him. Either way, give him lots of love and rubs.
I'm so sorry, Jess. It's a terrible decision to make, but you're doing the right thing for him. You gave him a good life with you and he gets to go rest now.
Post by BettyBookWorm on Jan 10, 2013 9:51:23 GMT -5
oh poor baby. I'm so sorry that you are going through this right now Jess. You know how I feel about animals and its gut wrenching sad to have to let him go. He knows you love him!
"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Post by fussbucket on Jan 10, 2013 10:49:52 GMT -5
So sorry, Jess. When I was a little girl I lost my beloved kitty to FIP when she was only two and a half or so. It's so hard to watch the illness progress but then it's over.
So so sorry, Jess. it sucks to lose our fur babies. He's a handsome boy who had an excellent life and lots of love. I hope you find some comfort in that.
Post by starrieskies on Jan 10, 2013 11:24:14 GMT -5
This is so sad... I lost my cat suddenly a couple years ago, and that was difficult enough, I couldn't imagine the pain of watching him slowly deteriorate!
Hugs to you, jess! He's a very handsome boy and I'm sure he's glad that he's had you to love him.
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Thank you ladies. Seriously. Your support means so much. I know many of you were also there for me when Angie died and I've always appreciated that support as well.
Fuss, I'm so sorry you've seen this terrible disease too. It's not fair, it usually strikes the young ones.
I call him my baby Biscotty often. His nickname is Biscotty (like biscotti only with an American pronunciation). I'm probably going to be a mess the next few days, so thanks in advance for your patience. The good thing is that at least on Saturday it will be his/our regular vet.
Fuss, I'm so sorry you've seen this terrible disease too. It's not fair, it usually strikes the young ones.
It is so not fair, but I will tell you something, seven-year-old fuss snapped a photo of my little kitty Shibui in her "spot" (the special spot in my room where she spent her final days), and after she passed I put that photo in a little frame that had a picture of a little black kitty on it, and I still have that little photo and frame 30 years later! Your love and devotion to Scotty will endure, too.
Fuss, I'm so sorry you've seen this terrible disease too. It's not fair, it usually strikes the young ones.
It is so not fair, but I will tell you something, seven-year-old fuss snapped a photo of my little kitty Shibui in her "spot" (the special spot in my room where she spent her final days), and after she passed I put that photo in a little frame that had a picture of a little black kitty on it, and I still have that little photo and frame 30 years later! Your love and devotion to Scotty will endure, too.
Awwww. I will always have photos of him, and I still have a framed photo of Angie on my desk at work.
I think one of the hard parts is that we adopted a younger cat thinking we wouldn't have to deal with serious health issues and would have a long time with him. And now it feels like we were robbed of that time. It's about a month shy of 2 years since we adopted him. I know he'll always be in my heart, but it's hard to think about his physical presence being gone.