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Tomorrow will be exactly 1 month since Willi died suddenly. Now Hobbes, our oldest cat, is dying. This is just tearing me apart right now, even though it's not unexpected--he is very, very old, and has had that end-stage look about him for awhile--though up until Monday night, he was still himself--eating, drinking, affectionate. He perked up, and seemed normal yesterday, but today, he's not eating nor drinking much again. He's hiding under the bed, not like him at all.
DH is up visiting his parents until Thursday night, helping them with a bathroom renovation. He wants Hobbes to just die at home; he hates the idea of taking him to the vet to die on a cold metal table. Honestly, I do think Hobbes would like to be here with us. This is the only real, permanent home he has had (he was a stray for about 6 years, thrown out by neighbors, until we moved here). He hates being in the car-- I think if I took him to the vet, he'd die on the way there from stress, and I think she'd tell us to have him put to sleep anyway. I really don't think anything coudl be done for him. DH doesn't think he's suffering; he said if it seems that he is, we will have to have him put to sleep. I'm trying to be in the room with him, and act normal, in case he knows what's going on, which I don't think he does. At any rate, the vet is now closed.
I just hope he dies in his sleep. I love him so much, but I wish it would be soon--I know that sounds awful, but I don't want him to suffer.
If you could wish him a peaceful death, I would appreciate it. thanks for listening.
DH is up visiting his parents until Thursday night, helping them with a bathroom renovation. He wants Hobbes to just die at home; he hates the idea of taking him to the vet to die on a cold metal table. Honestly, I do think Hobbes would like to be here with us. This is the only real, permanent home he has had (he was a stray for about 6 years, thrown out by neighbors, until we moved here). He hates being in the car-- I think if I took him to the vet, he'd die on the way there from stress, and I think she'd tell us to have him put to sleep anyway. I really don't think anything coudl be done for him. DH doesn't think he's suffering; he said if it seems that he is, we will have to have him put to sleep. I'm trying to be in the room with him, and act normal, in case he knows what's going on, which I don't think he does. At any rate, the vet is now closed.
I just hope he dies in his sleep. I love him so much, but I wish it would be soon--I know that sounds awful, but I don't want him to suffer.
If you could wish him a peaceful death, I would appreciate it. thanks for listening.