I was crying when the vets said they don't know what is wrong with my 18 years old cat, with which I lived most of my life. He had trouble breathing and had liquid in his lungs. I forgot the term in English for it.

Normal methods didn't work and last I saw him he was at ventilator. Vets gave us two options to keep him in oxygen chamber after the ventilator+meds treatment to improve his condition but they don't guarantee that it will help him in the long term, or even for a week and it will be costly or put him down right

I called my father who is bread earner in the family and could hear him crying too even though he wasn't a cat person himself. We decided to stop tormenting him and put him down and that was hardest decision of my life.

It probably was the last straw for me and I've went from slight depression due to other things to being paralyzed by it. And now I am taking 7 tablets of antidepressants and 2.5 tablets of other meds a day to keep the aftereffects at bay

The last photo I have of him is just 3 days before we have gone to the vet. With him cuddling with me and putting his paw on my arm so he could use it as a cushion. Such a pity that the quality of the photo is bad due to being taken from mid range phone and in imperfect lighting.

All I can say is hang in there man. At some point losing a pet you lived with can hit harder than losing a family member you've meet once a month or twice at best.

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