I know we all preach “better a day too soon than a day too late” but it sure as hell doesn’t make it any easier.
We put our old cat down today. She “raised” 2 boys with me, especially the youngest who was only maybe 3 when she showed up on our door. He’s taking it especially hard.
She was 16-17 ish, we don’t know for sure. She had (probably) IBD and would not let us medicate her back when it might have helped. Even tho she was still quite mobile and “happy”, she didn’t have control over her bowels anymore. She was tucked under a lot of the time, would cry when she’d have a gut spasm, and sometimes cry if you picked her up. More recently she started getting on my lap, which she never ever did before. She wasn’t “my” cat.
This is hard, and it freaking sucks.