I am so devastated. It was so sudden and such a shock. He was 12, a beautiful boy and so good natured.
He has had recurring urine infections for the last few years, every 6 months or so requiring antibiotics and anti-inflammatory injections. We got back from a few days away yesterday and he seemed fine and happy to see us. This morning, noticed he was straining to go and his litter tray hadn’t been used since we got back (we just assumed he’d been going outside). DH took him to the vet expecting another routine round of antibiotics but it turned out to be much more serious, he had an obstruction with risk of rupture.
The only options were to put him through a stressful operation to relieve his bladder and try and clear the blockage - but with no guarantee that this would resolve the problem long term, the vet said it could happen again in another 6 months, especially given his history - or PTS. It was an agonising decision and I feel so guilty for deciding to PTS. We just didn’t want to put him through all that stress with no guarantee of a resolution.
DH decided he couldn’t stay in the room. I didn’t really want to either but didn’t want him to be on his own so I stayed. I feel utterly bereft. DH has put all his things in the garage so we don’t have to look at them. I lost pets as a child including our childhood cat having to be PTS at 15 but I thought I’d have a few more good years with my boy and I haven’t had to be the one to make the decision before.
He will be so missed. 😥