It sounds extremely corny and melodramatic but he's my oldest friend and I can't bare to see him like this. He can barely walk to the litterbox anymore and he doesn't eat. I spent about an hour just weaping after I made the appointment. The vet is coming to my home to do it there, I don't want to bring him to a strange and stressful environment for his final moments. I am not joking when I say that I love this cat more than almost anyone in my life. I spent so much of my life alone but he was always there and ready to comfort me, and when I was recovering from surgery he was the only thing keeping me company. As he's got older I've reminded myself to cherish every moment we have left but now that we've reached the end of our time together I'm just so damn distraught. My other cat was an outdoor cat (we adopted a stray we were feeding and she hated our indoor cat, don't start this struggle session right now) and I didn't get to be with her when she died, our neighbor found her in his yard. I had imagined that she'd come back and pass away in the shelter we built here where she slept every night, but no. I feel like I really missed something because I wasn't there when she died, and I don't want that with this cat. Idk how I can do anything between now and then, it's all I'm thinking about. Alright I think I'm gonna cry again for a bit and look at pictures of him.
This worries me a little bit because he's been crawling under the blankets on my bed. He basically lives on my bed because it's so hard for him to walk, but he doesn't want to go anywhere else. The only movement he really does is going under the covers so I'm worried that he's planning to die down there. My first indoor cat started exploring little hiding areas in the house when he got ill and basically picked a death place the way mother cats make a secluded breeding area. I just hope my cat doesn't crawl under my sheets and die there before Tuesday. That would be the most horrible surprise imaginable.
It's a place that smells like you and is comfortable and warm. You're in a time of great pain, but perhaps you can take comfort in the knowledge your cat wants to be near you instead of hiding away.
my house has a cantilever floor on it. so the dining room has this area that hangs off the side of my house. i was getting people to insulate the floor cause it was letting mass cold air in my basement.
they wanted me to remove the old insulation that was up there. i pulled out some of the insulation, saw a skeleton, freaked out. I had the insulation guys remove it, but i think it pretty much had to be a cat that went up there to die. it seemed the right size. Theres no entry from the outside. At some point, someones cat just went off to die, there was a smell and then the smell went away and they maybe never knew what the fuck happened. im still creeped out by it. Luckily most houses dont have this setup and we have a basement ceiling anyways now. I think it went up there before there was a ceiling. my cat tried to get up there too but the ceiling mostly stopped him.
i wish i had something better to say, just remember the good times. Sometimes people clip a little fur to keep. im very sad for you now.
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