gaylukes:

gaylukes:

My cat is 15 years old and he just turned 15 and seemed like he was acting fine. But very gradually since then he’s been losing weight, not eating, and has lesions in his mouth and trouble keeping his balance. This has all happened very rapidly.

And we took him to the vet today and they kept him to run some tests. 6 hours later they called us and told us to come back so they could talk to us. We are expecting the worse but my dad got another call reminding us to come back (we didn’t go as soon as they called us) and said “he’s doing great!” and didn’t say anything else.

And like…. i’m expecting the worse still. But why would she say that? Please don’t give me false hope if my cat is dying please don’t say he’s doing great.

My dad and I are outside the vet waiting for my mom because she wants to see him too. IDK what the vet is goin to say. The treatment they wanted to do cost us $750 and idk if they did it all already or they’re canceling it because they found out early in the testing that he isn’t going to make it.

IDK what to think or do. I’ve had this cat since I was 10 years old. I am 25. I’ve had him since he was a baby. I’m devastated and I don’t even know what the results are yet.

he’s diabetic and his sugar is really high and he needs insulin. but the insulin would lower his blood sugar and if he’s not eating then it’ll lower the blood sugar too much and could kill him.

he’s dehydrated and has dry impacted feces. his organs are all fine except his kidneys which are slightly bad

the not eating is almost definitely because of the lesions in his mouth, which they can’t remove because he can’t go under anesthesia because of the diabetes

so. we have him now and we’re trying to get him to drink but he won’t. he goes back to the vet tomorrow and they’re going to keep him and start on insulin and fluids and hopefully get him to eat

in other news, i want to die

they’re putting him down because there’s just too much going on with him and i’m going to die too

bye y’all it’s been fun

I got spoiled by Max. Spending time with my other 12 cats has made me realize how little they compare and how different they are.

Max just. Didn’t act like a cat. You know cats will snuggle with you but then leave cause they wanna leave? Max stayed reluctantly even when he wanted to leave because he knew he was needed.

My other cats all have their own quirks sure but they share them with other cats. Max shared some with his equally weird brother but that’s it.

But it wouldn’t be MY life if the things taken from me weren’t the best things in my life ¯_(ツ)_/¯ that’s how my fate work.

This was literally one of my worst fears and it’s happened. Other worst fear is my dad dying so i’m expecting that to happen soon too.

I think your cat lived on a different plane of existence, but came to our reality for you, to be with you until some event called him away, and he loved you for all his time in this world, and he still loves you from wherever he is now

i’m gonna fucking cry thank you anon this is so sweet and nice i love my magical inter-dimensional space cat he was such a perfect boy i love him

I had two dimensional plane hopping cat brothers and they saved me so they had to go and do other stuff.

I love you weird cat brothers thank you for being with me for the time that you were.

Max’s death is either the end of my suicidal tendencies and I’m going to immediately start loving life and being productive or he’s the breaking of the tether that stopped me from falling and i’m going to die very soon

someone please. talk to me maybe? lol..

We found my cat.

I went back to my grandmas today. I hate going there because I know Max should be there but he’s not. I went back there and was planning to stay in the car but I didn’t. For some reason I got out and went into the back of my grandma’s property.

I went out to where we had last seen him. I’ve been drunk so I was just wandering around, stumbling over the weeds and softly sobbing for him.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a huge bird picking at something fuzzy and dark on the ground. I knew it was Max before I even got close enough. I just knew.

I got close enough to see the little white paws. I got close enough to see the face.

I am so relieved to know where he is. I feel so much closure. But he was so close to home. He was less than 20 years from my dad’s bedroom window where he got out. He hasn’t been dead long. He came back home to die.

He was the most unique cat I have ever known. I know everyone says that about their cat but he was so different. He meowed more than any other cat. He responded to my calls. He loved kittens and protected them. He gave “kisses” (head butted your lips) when you asked him. He loved burrowing under blankets and sitting on your lap. He let me hold him. He loved being held. He was what held me up when I was at my lowest and he was always there when I needed him.

I got home after I tried to kill myself for the first time. Nine years ago. And my parents got him as a gift for me. He’s not only a cat I shared a huge bond with, but a cat that held a deeply symbolic meaning to me.

I am so relieved to know where he is. I’m so relieved I won’t spend the rest of my life wondering what happened. But nothing will ever replace him and I will never forgive myself for the times I locked him out of my room or pushed him away when I was busy. I will never stop wondering why he stayed home so long or why he didn’t come home sooner.

He was RIGHT THERE. He was so close to home where we found him. He wasn’t dragged there by a coyote or anything. He died there.

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congenitaldisease:

cryptid-wendigo:

I don’t usually share things like this but my local shelter needs help. Last night they had a devastating fire. All but 4 dogs and 1 cat tragically died. The shelter runs on donations and right now they need more than ever. I’m going to donate $20 because it’s all I can spare. If you can donate or share this around, it would help so much. ​They’re using an old GoFundMe which is why the date is from 9 months
ago, they use GoFundMe when they need extra funds for sick animals that
need surgery.

They are even holding a vigil for the animals they lost
tonight. This is so heartbreaking.

SweetPea’s Friends of Rutland Need Your Help

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