This is my cat Belle, this specific photo is about 3 years old. She is currently 17, but today had been diagnosed with very aggressive lung cancer. She will not make it to Christmas, and we have decided to put her down tomorrow to spare her the pain of what is to come.
I don’t know why I’m posting this. She’s spent the whole day with me in my bed since coming home from the vet. She hasn’t left once, not to drink, not to eat, not at all. Her breath is becoming more labored, and a part of me wonders if she’ll make it through the night. I suppose that doesn’t really matter anymore.
Thank you to whoever read this, it means a lot.
My husband and I both worked from home for around 15 years, during which we had 3 indoor cats. We didn’t go out or socialize much, so one of my biggest fears at the time was that both of us would die in an accident and our cats would be locked in the house and starve.
All 3 cats grew old, 2 have passed on, and we are now waiting for the last cat to go. We’re not sure on his age but he is at least 19 and showing no signs of stopping. His name is Murphy and we sometimes call him the Energizer Murphy.