We have a cat named Happy. He's actually pretty cranky and we've made fun of him on here a few times about that.
He had a problem and was vomiting all the time. It started slowly and just progressed to being out of hand before we realized it. It's like I just realized one day that all I was doing was cleaning up cat vomit.
So, Waywardson took him to the vet about a year ago. We were prepared to let him go that day and we all said our goodbyes.
I was surprised to see him in the carrier when Waywardson returned home. The doc said he had a palpable tumor and gave him some meds to stop the vomiting, but said we'd need to make the decision when that no longer worked.
Well, it stopped working, but I wasn't ready to give up on him, so I asked if he could have some sort of pain management. Pain meds have worked really well for him over the last year, but his disease seems to be progressing.
I can't handle this cat. He's very aggressive with me, but not Waywardson.
He's been vomiting, sometimes, after he eats, again.
This morning, Waywardson gave him meds before leaving for work. Happy was asking for food and I fed him. He threw it up and it had all of his meds in it. Waywardson was supposed to be at work until around midnight. Happy got aggressive with the other cats, I tried to med him which ended with me screaming, crying, slightly bleeding, no meds in the cat, and he may have hurt himself trying to get away, so he's been hiding ever since.
Waywardson is coming home for a few minutes to med him, then going back to work.
I think I just realized today that it's gone too far and we need to let him go, but I always feel so guilty- like maybe I could have done more, maybe a different med, etc. Still, I know we've exhausted all of our avenues and it's not fair to him to keep him around.
He's fine when his pain is controlled. He plays, rolls around, eats... but when something like today happens, he's miserable and so is everyone else.
I think I'm asking y'all to help me come to terms with this.
He was struggling with pain about a week ago and I found him under the bed. The three others were under there with him, like they were watching over him. They KNOW something's wrong. Tootie was sticking right by him today, even though he had just smacked the crap out of him.
I'm just so conflicted.