He's had a good 14 years, enjoyed a good health, incredible appetite, and terrorised a great many small furries. He has bullied many neighborhood cats, dogs, children, and allergy sufferers ( always making a beeline for them when he treats most of humankind with disdain)
Last couple of months he has stopped eating, vets can't find any obvious reasons after an examination and bloods. I decided against scans as he hates the vets, and I don't think I would put him through anything like chemo. Mirtazepine and steroid injection made no difference. He has lost almost 2kg in weight, he's weak, sluggish and stopped grooming. Vet said he had until tomorrow to show an improvement, otherwise it's game over.
I know he is at the end of his life, I'm a pragmatic, practical person. As a nurse, I have cared for hundreds of dying people. I've been sad but never cried.
The furry git has had me crying my eyes out for days now. I have cried at the vet, vet receptionist, my work colleagues. I've just told the kids ( 6 and 8) and they are devastated. My little boy just asked if we can have a gravestone to remember him.
Our garden is not a suitable for a burial. What can you do for a little tribute, but without too much expense? How can I help my kids through this? They've never seen me cry before!
Sorry for venting, it's helpful to put my thoughts down.