This is my dying cat - the black and white one on top, Percy. I ended up being gone most of the day. When I came home, I felt sick to my stomach as I walked up the steps. I just knew he would be gone.
I opened the door with a sense of dread and there he was on the couch, sleeping close to Lizzie. Megan was also sleeping nearby. I should go away more often.
He still won't eat. I microwaved a slice of bacon, which usually brings him running. Tonight, he wasn't interested, even when I held it right under his nose.
Should I try the kitty version of Ensure?
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When my cat Harriet was sick I had no idea what to do. I took her to the vet and I could not afford the bill. It was going to be over $1000.00 just to check to see what was wrong. I hated to have to put her down. I still regret it. I don't think there are easy answers.
PS- I went through my blog list a week or so back and was deleting blogs of people that had not posted in a long time. You post all the time so I guess I took you off accidentally. doh! Anyway, you are back on again. Now I am worried who else I took off.
Thanks. I sat up all night trying to decide whether or not to call the vet today. I knew their advice would be to put him down.
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