I usually don't comment when people post about losing their pet. It's not because I don't care, but because it's tough to deal with even the thought of losing a pet. Now I am making such a post. Our cat Rebel is 23 years old. His health has deteriorated over the last year. We have been giving him medication for hyperthyroidism for the last 8 months. His kidney function is declining and he keeps getting dehydrated. His color has changed from almost black to dark brown, he is losing his fur and his ears are now almost bald. Over the last few days, he has taken a turn for the worse and is dwindling away. He eats very little, is down to 4.8 pounds and is so deconditioned he can barely walk. Last time I saw him jump onto the bathroom counter - he prefers drinking from the faucet - was three weeks ago. He is too weak to poop and we had to take him to the vet to get him disimpacted. Most of the time he spends wrapped in his blanket on our sofa. The poor little guy's eyes have shrunk back into the skull and their yellow color has faded, and his cheeks are moist like he has been crying. Dying is hard. Keeping him alive is more about us than him at this point, and so my son and I have decided to end his misery rather than selfishly holding on to him.
4 months ago
Today
4 months ago
Today