Old Foofcat is 18 and has CKD and Bowen's which has manifested in a huge weepy, bloody tumour on her torso. We've been managing fairly well with BP and Kidney meds plus Hibiscrub and antiseptic/steroid cream for quite awhile but she came down with a UTI on the weekend so I took her in to the vet first thing on Monday. I knew we were living on borrowed time but the lovely vet gave it to me straight when I asked whether he thought it was time or if we could make it another winter. Basically, her UTI could be treated but she would still just decline from here on out and whatever we did would just be a stopgap. DH and I always said that we would never prolong her life for our sakes so the vet and nurse are going to come to our house on Friday and put her to sleep in the comfort of her home.
I've been expecting this for more than a year. I find the daily ritual of medicating her, cleaning out her grotty bits and the clean up of occasional piss and vomit on carpet and furniture really wearing. We are planning extensive works to our house in the near future and weren't sure what to do about the cat as it wouldn't be fair to the poor old thing so this is actually a blessing in a lot of ways, for us and for her. I'm just feeling so sad and both me and DH are having a hard time, knowing what's coming. I feel guilty whenever I'm around her but I also just want to cuddle her and give her treats.
I don't know why I'm posting this. I've responded to threads about how much hard work she is and how I understand about wanting it all to be over but now that it's actually here I am feeling devastated.
On top of this our DS is only 8 and we don't know how he'll react. Foofcat was around since he was born and he knows no different.