Beau never regained his strength, he has continued to deteriorate and today I have seen a change about him. One of my other older cats made postures towards him this evening which scared him enough that he has gone to hide in a box. He is depressed, giving up, I can't get him to even taste his chikkun, his eyes are dim and he doesn't purr for me, thinking that I'm going to stick something in his mouth or make him eat horrible pills.
I've been feeding him by syringe, trying to dose him Felimazole twice daily, in recent days watching him teeter around barely able to get in and out of the litter tray any more, the poor old thing has had enough.
So, my decision is made, Beau will be going to the Bridge, today if I can get an appointment at the hospital.
Felt I needed to write this down while my thoughts are clear, it's unlikely I would sleep at all knowing what tomorrow means for us, and this could help me order my thoughts. Hubby is in agreement and has offered to take him for me, but I want to be there for my boy, my special, adorable, gentle boy who has been the glue holding our fragile furry family together for 16 wonderful years. He has been with me since 8 weeks old and I shall miss him so very much but to keep him here any longer would be selfish and cruel.
Vibes, please for a swift and peaceful passing.