Hello fellow pet lovers,
I come here seeking solace and help re: acceptance with my decision as I find myself in a situation I’ve been fortunate to not have been in until now. I’m sure a lot of you have been so any advice or kind words would be appreciated.
My 12 year old cat, Bert, was diagnosed with diabetes this past September. It has been a struggle to stabilize him on a consistent basis - both for him and for us. He’s the kind of cat who could graze on his kibble throughout the day and not overdo it. Before his diagnosis, he was on 3 feedings of his favourite UI kibble and was somewhat okay with it. Now, he’s on two wet feedings (Purina DM) a day at 8 am and 8 pm and he hates it. I wish I could tell him why this is the way it is, but obviously I cannot and he’s so unhappy about it. Hungry all the time, hates the wet food and won’t consistently eat it. Which makes giving him his insulin a daily challenge. He’s starting to growl at us when it’s time and it now takes two of us to do it. One to hold, one to shoot. We have tried SO MANY things to make this easier for all of us.
He also has a grade 4 heart murmur, herpes (so his eyes are becoming red rimmed and very leaky lately), obsessively licks and pulls his fur out, and now has blood in his stool. We’ve treated him for anxiety, got him a ThunderShirt thinking it might help, tried atopic for the licking/scratching (he won’t eat it in his food and he doesn’t eat consistently enough to get a full dose anyway)…you name it, we’ve likely tried it. And, he’s not gaining enough of the weight back that he lost (3 lbs) that led us to take him to the vet in September.
Personality wise, he’s either sleeping, begging for food (that I cannot give him), acting tweaked out (probably b/c his sugars are out or maybe inside he feels sicker than we even know), or growling at the other cats if they even walk near him. His happy place used to be outside, but it’s not so much now. He’ll go out for 5 min and run back in.
Reading all this, it does make me realize he’s a sick boy who is not going to become cured. It’s just those moments where I see a bit of who he was that makes this heart and gut wrenching and I doubt myself. Like this morning, he ate his breakfast and then purred as I kissed him goodbye. So hard.
I’m also going to be super honest and say, it has been wearing on me mentally. It’s been a really challenging cat year or so. Last August, we suddenly lost our Lexie to pancreatic cancer. In January, our other cat Joey, was diagnosed with super infectious pneumonia and our vet didn’t think he’d make it. 2 weeks of meds and quarantine and around the clock care by me, plus him being a huge fighter, and he’s still with us. Unfortunately, he was also diagnosed with having Pseudomonas Aeruginosa so is on the only antibiotic that showed a small bit of resistance. He’s rallying, but one day the bug will win. And, in April, we took our normally blue eyed kitten to the vet to find out she had uveitis. From horses, I knew to treat it fast and right so happy to report she’s fine and being a goofy, floofy 13 month old now.
But, all this has left me so tired and the anxiety and the constant daily worrying is doing me in. So, part of me feels like am I really doing this for Bert? Am I letting him down? Doing it for convenience? My head knows no, but my heart…
My vet has been awesome with all of this. We had a good chat last night. He did his best with giving his honest opinion with Bert, but yet still leaving the decision to me. So hubby and I talked about it last night and agreed PTS is the best option for Bert. He’s not happy and not going to get better. It’s up to me to pick the day now. I’m thinking early next week - give us one more weekend to spoil him and love him and say goodbye. And, I’ll have to try and ignore any “good moments” as they won’t last. I don’t want him to waste away or suffer by waiting either…gah, now I’m just rambling so I’m gonna end it here.
If you made it this far, thank you. Gotta go wipe my eyes…thanks again COTH friends…
Jenn