I took him to the vets on Friday as he couldn't pass urine. They operated on him and attached a catheter, he was doing really well.
The vet called me 20 mins ago to say that unexpectedly his lungs filled up with water and he was struggling to breathe. And then called again just now to say he didn't make it. Complications could have been due to his heart murmur.
Now I have to tell DS age 9. We both love our cat dearly, it is just me and DS. DS often says he loves our cat like he would love his own son.
We had our first cat who got run over at 2 years ago. Heartbreaking. Then we got another cat, not even 1 years old, also got run over. This cat was naturally an indoor cat so we thought he'd outlive the others but he wasn't even 2 years old. So three cats in a row, one after another have died prematurely. How unlucky is that? Why? Why do they keep dying?
Our cat was part of our everyday life, even the last couple of days without him while he was at the vets have been awful. I cannot bear the thought of having to tell Ds, for the THIRD time that we have lost our cat. I have to see his grief stricken face and his devastation. I can't handle it.