I posted about my poorly old boy a few days ago. Sadly after being in and out of the vets since Monday we had to have him PTS last night.
He has improved awesomely on Tuesday so the vet sent him home on Wednesday but as soon as he got out of his carrier I knew something else was wrong. He couldn't lift his head up. I called the vets several times but they advised it was just the journey gang had upset him as he had been so well before discharge.
But I knew it was more than that. I could tell he wanted to lift his head, but was unable to. So I took him back that night at 10pm and they said he's developed a potassium deficiency which meant he couldn't use his muscles. Vet was v hopeful that they could sort it, so we checked him in for another night.
But yesterday it became clear that this time they couldn't fix him and that he was beginning to suffer.
DS, my DP and I sat on the floor of the impatient ward with beloved cat and we held him and stroked him and showered him with love. We could all see that our cat was not himself, and that the time had come. DS cried a lot but was very brave in front of our cat.
Then the vet arrived and DS went home with my mum. I checked over and over with the vet that we were doing the right thing. The cat already had a line in his leg from having a drip and the vet put the injection into the line and he slipped away instantly. It was peaceful. We stayed with him a bit, and I stroked him and covered him in his blanket.
Yesterday I was so sad but I admit to feeling some relief that he was no longer suffering, and that I wasn't faced with so many tough decisions any more.
Today I am just sad. I thought I'd be ok today- I'm a grown woman and have coped better with bigger challenges. But I'm so sad that my furry friend didn't get to see this day, and that we won't get to sit quietly together again. He's been my friend for 18 years, through thick and thin and I miss him.
I cannot stop crying.