My Cat Is Dying And I Feel Overwhelmed…
This is my sweet man Mr. Lips. I worked in animal rescue a few years back and my family and I fell in love with this sweet soul. I adopted him knowing that he is a special needs boy (he has no teeth and had a pretty large chunk of his jaw cut into as well from a bad infection). When I brought him home, his age was guessed to be 10-15 years old. We have had him for five years now and he has well surpassed his expectancy from my coworkers and our vet.
Last year he slowly crept into kidney failure but bounced back with treatment and supplements. However, this month he has just quickly gone downhill. He barely eating or drinking, and he sleeps most of the day. His breathing is labored and he doesn’t leave our guest room other than the occasional bathroom break. I can see him fading, and even though I knew this was coming, I feel sick. Actually sick. He’s such a big part of my day and I’m really struggling with even beginning to think of how to move forward.
I’m not even sure this is the right group to vent this. But I just feel so lost and overwhelmed. I can’t stop pacing around and trying to distract myself to the point of not sleeping. My family and I have had a brutal few months and this just seems like the last thing I can juggle. Like my emotions can’t catch up with everything being thrown at me and I feel so burnt out. 🥲💔
This is my sweet man Mr. Lips. I worked in animal rescue a few years back and my family and I fell in love with this sweet soul. I adopted him knowing that he is a special needs boy (he has no teeth and had a pretty large chunk of his jaw cut into as well from a bad infection). When I brought him home, his age was guessed to be 10-15 years old. We have had him for five years now and he has well surpassed his expectancy from my coworkers and our vet.
Last year he slowly crept into kidney failure but bounced back with treatment and supplements. However, this month he has just quickly gone downhill. He barely eating or drinking, and he sleeps most of the day. His breathing is labored and he doesn’t leave our guest room other than the occasional bathroom break. I can see him fading, and even though I knew this was coming, I feel sick. Actually sick. He’s such a big part of my day and I’m really struggling with even beginning to think of how to move forward.
I’m not even sure this is the right group to vent this. But I just feel so lost and overwhelmed. I can’t stop pacing around and trying to distract myself to the point of not sleeping. My family and I have had a brutal few months and this just seems like the last thing I can juggle. Like my emotions can’t catch up with everything being thrown at me and I feel so burnt out. 🥲💔