Yesterday, I made the difficult decision to put my beloved cat Oliver down. At the beginning of the year he was diagnosed with gallbladder issues and despite thousands of dollars in treatment and diagnostics he never seemed to recover.
I was taking him to the vet every month for episodes vomiting and decreased appetite. We tried antibiotics, prescription food, medications, and more. I was optimistic he would get better, and he frequently would, only to get sick again a couple weeks later.
He wasn't miserable, but he wasn't thriving either and I was running out money from trying the same treatments over and over hoping something would change this time around.
It feels unfair because I only had the opportunity to love him for a year and 4 years old he should of had a long life ahead of him. I feel jaded because this is the 2nd cat I have lost earlier than is to be expected.
It hurts to love something so deeply and then lose it.