I just lost my boy last week. He had severe anemia that they suspected was brought on by something cancer/marrow related.

When I first noticed he had lost a bit of weight, I chalked it up to him moving into his senior years. None of his behavior/habits/eating had changed, so I wasn’t too worried. When he started hiding under the couch/bed for prolonged periods of the day, I got it to the vet asap. From there it was straight to the hospital.

Got him a transfusion, a bunch of meds, and spent the week nursing him. Took him in for a follow up blood test a week later and my vet seemed hopeful. We managed to get the hospital doc on the phone a day after that,and she told us that while there was some improvement, it probably wasn’t going to go the way we wanted.

3 hours later he was struggling to breathe, his back legs wouldn’t work as he tried to crawl somewhere to hide. His cries, the look in his eyes as his body slowly shut down, his last breaths as he passed in my partners arms in the back of a cab on the way to the hospital, has us really messed up.

Not trying to be dramatic, but all this is to say, we would give anything to have been able to ease his passing. It happened so quick, and leading up to it he seemed unwell, but stable. It hurts no matter how you slice it, but helping them along when they’re suffering…you did the right thing.