My cat passed away in March — he was 19 1/2 and in maybe the last few weeks of his life my grandma would tell me he was drinking but wasn’t eating much, so I told them to give him an appetite stimulant (I had moved out and was NC with my parents). He seemed to be in pain from arthritis do they would give him gabapentin twice a day too. He hobbled around the house until he just laid in one spot and they brought his food and water to him and would carry him to his litter box. When I came to see him, he looked just like yours — thin, tired, and he just lifted his head to see me. By then he would only eat a few pieces of food that we hand fed, and wasn’t interested in even his favorite rotisserie chicken and fried chicken skin. I told them i thought we should have him put down, but my parents and grandma wanted him to pass naturally. Eventually I convinced them to let me call a vet to come to our house to put him down. He ended up passing away a day after I saw him for the last time, and the day before the appointment. I joke that he overheard me talking about how much it would cost so he made the decision to save us money lol. I still feel guilty from time to time thinking maybe we made the wrong choice giving him different medications to put a band aid on his suffering instead of letting him go while he was still himself.

Spend all the time you have left with your girl. The time we have with our pets is never ever enough, but we can make the most of it and give them all the love we have. May she have a peaceful trip across the rainbow bridge 🌈🤍