Pandasmom
Active Member
How do you know when it's time?
I have been bawling for most of the last 2 days. Odie is obviously miserable and not well. He just lays there about 90% of the time or sits hunched up in a loaf position. I am giving him 7 different medications, at 4 different times of day, and having to force-feed him food and water in between that. He's puking, he now has diarrhea. There is no solution in sight and even his internal medicine vet says we're running out of options.
It's been a year and a half long battle. Somewhere in the range of 20 different medications, 75+ types of food. At the best of times when he's stable, he's quiet, walks gingerly, and "old".
This is consuming my life at this point. Every waking second is spent either caring for him in some way or worrying about him. I can't imagine making *that* decision, it makes me so nauseous thinking about it, I am nearly hyperventilating even writing this. But how do we keep going like this? Is it fair to him to make him live like this?
This is my baby. I've been his only human since I adopted him as a kitten 11 years ago. He's been with me through so much. I can't imagine life without him.
What do I do? What am I supposed to do? I just want him to be healthy and happy again. :cry:
I have been bawling for most of the last 2 days. Odie is obviously miserable and not well. He just lays there about 90% of the time or sits hunched up in a loaf position. I am giving him 7 different medications, at 4 different times of day, and having to force-feed him food and water in between that. He's puking, he now has diarrhea. There is no solution in sight and even his internal medicine vet says we're running out of options.
It's been a year and a half long battle. Somewhere in the range of 20 different medications, 75+ types of food. At the best of times when he's stable, he's quiet, walks gingerly, and "old".
This is consuming my life at this point. Every waking second is spent either caring for him in some way or worrying about him. I can't imagine making *that* decision, it makes me so nauseous thinking about it, I am nearly hyperventilating even writing this. But how do we keep going like this? Is it fair to him to make him live like this?
This is my baby. I've been his only human since I adopted him as a kitten 11 years ago. He's been with me through so much. I can't imagine life without him.
What do I do? What am I supposed to do? I just want him to be healthy and happy again. :cry: