silverjimmy

My cat is dying. He has been through months of suspiciously unrelated problems, with abscessed cuts and urinary tract infections, only to find him breathing weird today. He is still on medication for the urinary infection, but this was not good so I took him to a different vet. X-rays show cloudiness in his lungs and fluid in his abdominal cavity. Basically, they think it is probably lung cancer, but they aren't sure. It is going to cost thousands of dollars to find out for sure, and he will have to be on oxygen and fluids until Monday if we want to do that. And even if it isn't cancer, they are basically saying that his chances of recovery are practically zero. I really hate that they cannot give me any definite answers about anything. So, I just paid $500 to keep him alive for 24 hours of fluids, antibiotics, and oxygen to see if he improves at all. I just cannot shake the fact that he has been on all these drugs for all this other shit for all this time and somehow he is now dying of something completely unrelated. Suddenly. He was fine, until today. I mean, he lost weight, but that started when he had a cone on his head and we just figured it was due to all the stress and drugs, etc, etc. FUCK!! I cannot express how sad I am. He has been a constant in my life for 10 years, and has made it his goal to involve himself in my life and my lap, no matter what I was doing. While he has been going through all these treatments I've been reassuring myself each time I had to torment him with medication and how unhappy he seemed that this would be over soon and he'd be a healthy kitty again, that this was temporary and he'd be better soon. And now he's dying. In 24 hours, chances are I am going to have to tell them to kill my cat. I hate this. I really really hate this.