Our cat Shanaynay is dying. She isn’t walking normal, in fact she is staggering and I saw her getting out of her litter box, she fell out onto her butt. She has litter stuck to her butt and her tail and it’s already hardened and she gets mad at me when I try to help her get it off. Her meow isn’t as pronounced as before, meaning it’s shallow. She has to take deep breaths. Also she is so skinny now, you can feel her bones when you touch her. She isn’t eating at all. I recall refilling her food bowl days ago and she has barely even touched it.
I just saw her drinking some water so at least she’s able to drink. We can’t afford to have her put to sleep so all we can do is wait and keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t fall off the table (like a coffee table, she sleeps on it) or falls out of her litter box (which I moved closer to where she sleeps).
My Aunt Louise bought our cat this little thing that it’s like a tube with a hole cut on the side and it’s carpeted, you know what I mean. Anyway, I put that next to the table where she is sleeping right now so she can use it as a step to get on and off the table.
She is a 14-year-old cat. Well, 14 1/2. Darrin got her when she was 8 or 9 weeks old and since we didn’t know her exact birthdate I estimated that it would’ve been some time in October so I decided that her birthday should be on Halloween 1994. So considering that she is so old we have been expecting this to happen for quite some time. Even though it’s been expected, it doesn’t make it easy.
Anyway, I will add to this post if she passes today.