My old boy Eric was pts tonight with a massive cancer. I am heartbroken. He won’t come into my room for a cuddle in the morning, he was 15 and a massive character.
He had stopped eating and despite three visits and being in all day today for tests and scans my vets missed it. They do not do overnight , so sent us to the vet hospital, it took the vet their 10 secs to find it , confirmed by X-ray.
The cancer had displaced some of his organs, so disappointed with my vets.
Only solace was he died in my arms being stroked and told he was loved. It was very peaceful and I had to be there for him.
I happily live alone, but my house is going to feel very empty. He had a perfect cat life and had me, his slave very well trained. He favourite trick was going out his cat flap and then demanding to be let in the French doors.
As he aged, I dreaded this day and wished we could have had much longer