11 . Said goodby to Cyrus today. I thought we’d have so much longer
I’m used to my babies going at a right old age but this precious little jerk only made it to 11.(The nose is a mozzie allergy)
He’d been slightly not himself (himself being full on, slightly psycho and eating everything he could get) for about a week before he just wouldn’t eat properly and his nose and gums were really white.
After rushing him to a late night emergency vet it’s now been a week of tests and 4 nights at the emergency vet. Blood transfusion and meds. And we couldn’t save him. I know he was miserable but a part of me doesn’t think he wanted to go.
I can’t shake that horrible feeling that I’ve failed him somehow. There was a last ditch antibiotic we could have tried but it may or may not have helped much as they think he probably had a type of bone marrow disease or cancer.
Sorry for the trauma dump fellow cat lovers, I’m just not in a great place. He left me almost to the day I lost my 21 year old boy last year.