On July 28th, 2016 my 22 year-old cat, Smokey, had trouble urinating. He tried and tried going in and out of his litter box multiple times per hour and howled as he was trying. When he finally went a little, he urinated out of his litter box and we saw blood in his urine. We rushed him to the vet right away. The vet checked him out and gave us antibiotics to give to him. He was continuing to eat during this whole ordeal and seemed like he was doing a little bit better and urinated a little more than before. Then on August 5th he seemed to be constipated and he then started to have trouble urinating again and continued to howl. He seemed to have relapsed. He then started having diarrhea on August 7th and had trouble standing while he went. Diarrhea wore him out those few days. This is when he started to stop eating and drank very little. On August 9th, he stopped eating completely and is hardly drinking any water. We are trying to force feed him, but is completely uninterested in food. The only way he drinks a little water is if we put the bowl of water under his head, and he barely licks the water. The Vet wants to charge an arm and a leg to keep him overnight to do tests, etc, but that financial burden is too much for me right now and at his old age of 22 it may not be fair to have him go through anymore of this. As of today, August 15th, he still urinates very little, is continuing to not eat, is VERY weak, now very skinny, barley drinks, sometimes vomits clear-ish fluid and howls as if he is in pain. His feces is also tar-like now and I read that this is due to blood in his feces which could mean kidney failure...
He is howling as I type this and I do not know what to do! I feel like I am failing him and making him suffer, but I can't let him go. I have had him since I was 3 years old and he IS my brother. I am a complete wreck. I do not want him to suffer. I may take him in and put him to sleep very soon, but cannot even see myself doing that. How does one even control themselves stepping into the vet, knowing their buddy is ready to take their last breath? I am bawling just thinking about that. I would honestly lose it, look like a complete wreck and bawl my eyes out and wouldn't even be able to speak to the employees. How do I go about this?? What is the process like? How do the vets handle an owner who is losing their mind during that process? This completely sucks.
He is howling as I type this and I do not know what to do! I feel like I am failing him and making him suffer, but I can't let him go. I have had him since I was 3 years old and he IS my brother. I am a complete wreck. I do not want him to suffer. I may take him in and put him to sleep very soon, but cannot even see myself doing that. How does one even control themselves stepping into the vet, knowing their buddy is ready to take their last breath? I am bawling just thinking about that. I would honestly lose it, look like a complete wreck and bawl my eyes out and wouldn't even be able to speak to the employees. How do I go about this?? What is the process like? How do the vets handle an owner who is losing their mind during that process? This completely sucks.