he arrived sick on thursday and has just snow balled down hill. on saturday, there appears to be little hope. he will not eat or drink. i will not force feed him because he is quite obviously dying and i don't torture them near the end. his bloodwork shows his kidneys are toasted and his liver is not all that great either. he was having eating issues at the clinic and they thought he was depressed at losing another home. we ran some sc fluids thru him today and our vet said i could start him on the heavy meds to control any pain. but really it is just to keep him comfortable until tomorrow when i am sure our vet will say to let him go. he probably should have been helped to pass from the clinic that he came from, at least he knew them there as he had lived with them on and off for many months. in all fairness, they didn't know he was as sick as he was til i asked them to do the bloodwork before sending him out. poor gus, what a crappy way to end your life, major upheaval, strangers in a very strange land and inside a cage because i need him there to keep an eye on him.
another not happy ending for a senior cat who should have been dying in the arms of someone who was committed to him for his entire life.
it sucks to be old and sick and homeless. especially when you come to saints far too late to find any peace.