My beloved and adored cat is 15. I took him to the vets last November due to weight loss and a few other assorted issues and long story short, he was diagnosed with liver failure and sent home for palliative care. In the time since (yes, he is still alive) he’s lost more weight (he has no more to lose, he is skin and bone) and pretty yellow under his fur.
He’s sick multiple times a week, it’s mostly just bile and not a lot of it. His back legs are also failing, he can still jump onto sofas/beds and walk fine but he’s unsteady and struggles to balance, he seems uncomfortable and looks awkward when sleeping and eating. He seems tired, like he’s had enough and I’m just not sure if he’s happy.
However, I don’t think he’s in pain, he’ll let me touch any part of him and will still climb on my lap and purr. He’s still grooming himself and will still chase a bit of string if he feels like it. He’s eating absolutely fine (in fact his appetite has increased 10 fold and for the first time ever, he’s started trying to swipe food off my dinner plate).
Everything litter box wise is fine although in the last month or so, he is intermittently peeing in alternative places, often just outside his litter box but sometimes in my bedroom.
He isn’t shying away from humans, he still prefers to be in close proximity to me at all times and is sociable with any visitors. He’s definitely not the (sometimes overly) affectionate kitty he was previously.
The stress of waiting for him to go is making me ill though. It’s been 9 months of waiting and wondering and worrying.
Its just me and him and all anyone keeps telling me is “you’ll know”
I’ve made a vet appointment for late this afternoon, I’m not expecting the vet to have a magical cure, this will be the end.
But how do I know I’m doing the right thing saying goodbye now? Should I wait even longer? I’m so scared of making the wrong decision