Hello, and thank you. I really just need somewhere, even for a bit, to talk and feel connected as my one constant companion for the last 9 years has left me. My cat Yumi (pronounced YouMe) had to be let go last night after a few days of struggled breathing. I feel the need to get out how the whole weekend went leading to the choice that was made.
It hurts so much, because I tried so hard. Any time in the past I took her in the doctors told me she was so healthy and so sweet and so beautiful (she was a black and white ragdoll type). Suddenly last week she started having issues sneezing and being raspy. My boyfriend and I planned to take her to his regular vet the next town over Saturday. But Wednesday night she started wheezing and I barely slept, checking her breathing when she wasn't wheezing and trying to comfort her when she did. I don't drive, and my boyfriend was traveling for work, so my first day off, Friday, I got her in her carrier and walked the mile and a half to the nearest vet. I was so scared, but I was assuring myself that doing this for her showed how much I cared and that I would be rewarded with an easy diagnosis. Unfortunately she started open mouth breathing on the trip and they put her on oxygen for a few hours.
At first I was told asthma and pneumonia, then just pneumonia, then possibly heart failure (ultimately they just didn't know as she wasn't responding to anything they gave her but being in the oxygen tank). I had to move her to an emergency vet overnight, it upset me because on the trip she actually seemed to calm down (maybe thinking we were going home). When I picked her up she seemed a little worse than when I left her. Then getting her home I gave her the meds and she panicked for about 15 minutes before breathing a bit better, but it only lasted so long. We had her home one night and had to readmit her Sunday when she couldn't calm down and she started drooling excessively. The vet that visit, from the top told me she didn't look good and euthanasia was possible. She still responded well to oxygen, but that was all, medication and human contact returned her to struggled breathing. I got a call 9:15 p.m. or so telling me that the humane thing would be to let her go and that I could come that night or the next morning. I didn't want to try to sleep all night on the thought of her another night in a strange place without me, barely breathing well, knowing I'd be letting her go first thing in the morning and make that choice right before my boyfriend would be on the road again for a few nights. So I said that night, and I went in, after about 20 minutes crying at home.
So this morning I passed on my classes, my boyfriend held me for a while before he had to leave. I've just been drinking water, trying to think of what will help me sleep. For the last three years I had Yumi, or I was visiting my boyfriend, and it really took him being there to sleep without her being close. My cat was still my constant even when I was otherwise on my own. But now, when my boyfriend leaves for work I'm going to be truly alone for the first time in 9 years (aside from a study abroad that was a month long, and that stressed Yumi out so much I felt horrible and never wanted to go more than a week away).
Any suggestions to sleep? Things to occupy my mind when I can't think about school work? Also, how do others balance the task of putting/giving away their stuff versus keeping it around in memory?
Also, due to the lack of information and answers through the vet's tests, I feel like I should have pushed harder to know what did it, for closure. Lastly, does anyone else have an experience that supports my choice? I always thought about her passing peacefully at home in another 5-7 years at least. I felt like I betrayed her and the fight she was putting up by signing those papers. I couldn't watch her struggle again, I knew things would be too difficult to bring her home for constant nursing with my schedule (I felt bad enough that we only had evenings together really), but I wanted her comfortable at home, even understanding that the comfort part wasn't possible in this case. I just loved her so much, and she was so attached, that now even sitting at my laptop only draws attention to her not being in my lap or curled up next to me, dropping down to her food bowl and turning around to jump back on the bed. I keep seeing shadows and flickers that make me think it's her and then I remember. Worst of all I'm pretty far from any friends other than those I see at school, and I don't want to break down at school talking to any of them about this when I have about 6 hours till I'm home. Then I'm home, and where I'd normally find Yumi sleeping and she'd wake up to acknowledge me and get some pets and curl up over homework or a movie, now I just put my stuff down and find something to do without that comfort. I do a lot of crafts; knit, cross-stitch, garden, draw, etc., but she was such a part of that even if she was just trying to get in the middle of it I cry without her presence.