So my oldest, and possibly best friend I ever had is going to die soon. Rainbow, my cat, who has been with me for 17/18 years now, has finally reached her breaking point.
About two months ago, I noticed that she'd started to lose weight. And instantly I could tell, because she was one of those fat house cats. For a 17 year old cat, she was considerably healthy. She still had all of her teeth, she hadn't done blind, or deaf (well that one should maybe be under consideration consdering the sheer volume of her screeching at me ), she was still in good shape other than being fat (the vet said, on their last visit).
So when she started losing weight, I figured something was up. I switched their food, because maybe they didn't like the newer brand of food I'd recently bought (for hairball control), but even still, she wouldn't eat. She wouldn't sit or stand when she drank water either, she would simply lay down in front of the bowl and stick her head in and drink.
Nowadays, I hardly ever see her moving. She sleeps in the same exact spot all day (except for when we're all sleeping, then she sleeps on my pillow and spoons my head). I don't ever see her leave this spot, under my book case, using a beanie baby for a pillow. But just now, I found her on my parents bathroom floor, just laying down, and calling loudly. She was low to the floor and seemed like she couldn't move. So I picked her up, carried her to the room and lay her in my lap.
We cuddled for a bit, but when she got up, I finally saw what was wrong. As she made her way to her spot underneath the book case, she stumbled. Her legs seemed to be working, but I could finally see now why she wouldn't move, and why she needed help from the bathroom. She was hurting, and she was afraid to move because she stumbled and fell over.
I went to my mum and consulted her. She said at this point, there wasn't anything we could do. This much was clear to me. But I'd thought about putting her down, ending her suffering. She said that she wasn't in pain though. She's simply just getting old. And that if I went to the Vet to have her put down, they would pull all sorts of tricks to try and get me to save her (which I know I would fall for >.<) and potentially paying hundreds of dollars for nothing.
She's a good cat, she's had a good life... she's been the best, longest lasting animal we've had in this household. And I'm glad that I could have had her. <3
I'm not quite sure why I'm posting this I guess... Maybe I just need some sort of advice? Condolensces that she's not suffering and that she is just old? I'm having a bit of an issue dealing with this and maybe someone who's gone through it before can help...
About two months ago, I noticed that she'd started to lose weight. And instantly I could tell, because she was one of those fat house cats. For a 17 year old cat, she was considerably healthy. She still had all of her teeth, she hadn't done blind, or deaf (well that one should maybe be under consideration consdering the sheer volume of her screeching at me ), she was still in good shape other than being fat (the vet said, on their last visit).
So when she started losing weight, I figured something was up. I switched their food, because maybe they didn't like the newer brand of food I'd recently bought (for hairball control), but even still, she wouldn't eat. She wouldn't sit or stand when she drank water either, she would simply lay down in front of the bowl and stick her head in and drink.
Nowadays, I hardly ever see her moving. She sleeps in the same exact spot all day (except for when we're all sleeping, then she sleeps on my pillow and spoons my head). I don't ever see her leave this spot, under my book case, using a beanie baby for a pillow. But just now, I found her on my parents bathroom floor, just laying down, and calling loudly. She was low to the floor and seemed like she couldn't move. So I picked her up, carried her to the room and lay her in my lap.
We cuddled for a bit, but when she got up, I finally saw what was wrong. As she made her way to her spot underneath the book case, she stumbled. Her legs seemed to be working, but I could finally see now why she wouldn't move, and why she needed help from the bathroom. She was hurting, and she was afraid to move because she stumbled and fell over.
I went to my mum and consulted her. She said at this point, there wasn't anything we could do. This much was clear to me. But I'd thought about putting her down, ending her suffering. She said that she wasn't in pain though. She's simply just getting old. And that if I went to the Vet to have her put down, they would pull all sorts of tricks to try and get me to save her (which I know I would fall for >.<) and potentially paying hundreds of dollars for nothing.
She's a good cat, she's had a good life... she's been the best, longest lasting animal we've had in this household. And I'm glad that I could have had her. <3
I'm not quite sure why I'm posting this I guess... Maybe I just need some sort of advice? Condolensces that she's not suffering and that she is just old? I'm having a bit of an issue dealing with this and maybe someone who's gone through it before can help...