We just got the word today. Midnight, our 14 year old cat, has renal failure and a massive urinary tract infection. She’s been peeing everywhere, and its mostly water (she drink a lot of water, too). She hasn’t been keeping her medication down, either, so she’s throwing up, too.
There doesn’t seem to be any point ion continuing the medication. We’ll probably put her to sleep soon.
But she doesn’t show any signs of being ill or in pain. She’s grouchy, but she’s been grouchy for years, what with her arthritis and all. She purrs delightedly when you pet her. She went into the kitchen, sat in the middle, and said “Ham!” as she always does, asking for lunch meat (sliced turkey in this case, but it’s always “Ham” to her).
Very sad. Pepper’s broken up about it. Even MilliCal, who Midnight’s been jealous of ever since we brought her (MilliCal) home, cried over this.
Both of my cats are old. When it’s their time I think, based on advice from the vet, that I’ll do what** Seven** did. I want them to be happy and spoiled.
And when both of them are gone I’ll go right out and get another cat(or two) at once. It doesn’t mean I didn’t love Tobermory and Vladimir, it means that I loved them so much I don’t want to be without a cat. I’ll honor them by rescuing some other animal that needs a place.
We don’t expect our dog to make it through the winter. But we learned the hard way, not to be selfish and try to hang on. We’re pretty sure, our sweet loving cat started hating us by the time we finally let him go. And when I look back on it now, 5 years later, I can’t believe we couldn’t see how he was suffering.
I’m sorry for your loss, but glad that Puck died happy.