I wish I could have done more...
(I included some photos of Nibbs with his brother, Kibbs. Nibbs is the lighter one with the tooth poking out. they're in chronological order starting from the day ĺ met him as a stray to that final vet visit)
I lost my cat, Nibbs, a couple of years ago, and every time I think about him, I get so upset with myself for how much he endured...
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I was given a misdiagnosis by the first vet, who had me giving him sub-q fluids every day. which, if you're unfamiliar, means I had to hold him down and put a needle between his shoulders and try to keep him from moving.i also had to give him different medications. Lĺ2ĺ¹ just kept deteriorating... so I went to a different vet. but... something in me knew, he wouldn't be coming back home with me. and I wad right. he had masses on his liver and intestines, and he was so fragile at that point that the vet she /could/ try to do surgery, but that they would likely come back.
....if he survived the surgery at all.
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so I made the decision every pet owner dreads.
but, I'm very aware of how in-tune our babies are of our emotions, so I told myself I wouldn't cry until he was gone... I put him in my lap, and he immediately started purring for the first time in almost a year. to me, it felt like he was telling me that it's okay, and he's ready.
he got the injections while be purred on my lap, and once the vet confirmed TOD, I broke into tears....
I look back, I wish I had gotten a second opinion sooner
Aknow that he likely would have passed sooner or later regardless, I wish he didn't have to suffer so much..