I miss my dear Callym most desperately. I have been devastated by his illness and passing.
My dear Callym was diagnosed with oral cancer about 2 months ago when the tumor ulcerated through the soft palate, and left Callym very sore in his mouth. He needed strong painkillers to alleviate the pain of the ulcerated tumor etc. and we did get him comfortable. Sadly the heavy painkillers had side effects on the kidneys, but without painkillers he could not have gone on due to the pain of the tumor. Despite not-so-good numbers on bloodwork, the kidneys did not cause Callym notable physical issues until the end. Callym was a true fighter and had quality of life for two months against all the odds. I decided to put him to sleep with an at-home veterinarian this past weekend (just 3 days ago), as he was beginning to deteriorate at that point. This was the hardest decision of my life.
I am a total mess. I have an extremely sensitive personality, and Callym is the first cat of my own I have lost so this is proving very difficult. Also, I am single so I have no built-in support at home to help me through the grieving. For 2 days, I cried and wailed nonstop it seems. Then now I am having some "okay-ish" moments in between crying episodes (which is good, as otherwise I think I would explode). I am also feeling guilt (as much as everyone tells me not to - and logically I know things are not my fault) - oral cancer is such a catch22 - without the heavy painkillers he would not have been comfortable - but giving them did have side effects on his kidneys - but for pallitiave care the vet and I decided that keeping him comfortable and painfree (or reduced pain so he was happy enough to want to be here) was first and foremost. But I keep assessing my medical decisions and looking to blame myself - maybe I am doing this to divert my brain from the fact I miss him desperately. I am mad I am doing this to myself as it is not helping anything. It was a losing battle with a cancer diagnosis and pain management was critical.
I guess the truth is, with a terminal illness the hardest part emotionally in many ways is when they are still with you, but you know within weeks or months they won't be there. It is agonizing to see the end approaching for two months, even though we were making good memories in that time. But then after those two months, now that he is gone, the grief without him is just as awful in a different way.
The emotional rollercoaster that I have been on for months now is still in full force. Now that the crying episodes are not non-stop, I feel a depression beginning to settle in. But I don't want the legacy of my great Callym to be to leave me depressed - I should be a happier person for having had this great cat in my life. And I still have my other cats, who are also the great loves of my life.