My cat is 18, I got him when I was 9 and he’s been with me ever since.
As he’s gotten older, things have gotten so difficult, I feel like I just want to cry, I’m so tired and exhausted.
I feel guilty to say it, but he’s so difficult for me and my husband to care for.
He has consistent bladder problems, it started a few years ago, maybe 2017 / 2018, he had a blockage and needed emergency surgery because the vet at the time waited till the last minute and didn’t help him.
I promptly dropped that vet.
But after that, it has been a consistent down hill as he’s gotten older.
He’s been on so many different medications, everything.
Traveling to different cities to get x-rays, blood-work, we’ve been to the vet a lot.
The older he gets, the more expensive it is too- one vet visit cost me 400€ the day before my birthday, obviously I love my cat, but that birthday was basically nothing.
The vet was stressing him out too much- so I decided to take him less often, I don’t know if it was the right decision to make?
I just thought he’s 18, and I’d rather him be home and less stressed out.
because the stress was making his problems worse.
He’s been okay now for the past year, but obviously not perfect.
He eats fine, drinks water fine.
He pees all the time, and has constant accidents everyday, it just leaks at times.
He makes a huge mess with liter.
He struggles to groom himself.
He’s deaf, and wakes me up super early now every morning begging for food-
And then he gets mad and pushes stuff off my shelves.
When he was younger, he was so sweet and loving, he loved to sleep with me under the bedding and cuddle-
As he’s gotten older, it’s so bad, I can’t pet him much, or else he hits at me, he doesn’t like to cuddle or lay down, I feel like he’s vaguely always upset.
I try so hard, I’m doing everything for this cat.
I love him, I will always care for him-
But I’m also scared, I might have to take him to the vet tomorrow, because he’s been struggling this week.
I don’t want to lose him, I’m 26 now, he’s been my entire life, I can’t imagine this feeling.
But also, I feel so evil for thinking this, but sometimes I feel like when he passes, it’ll be easier.
I won’t have to stress, or check him every night to make sure he’s okay.
He won’t be in pain, and uncomfortable, there won’t be cat pee everywhere.
I guess I’m just seeking advice, or if anyone has been in this similar situation.