Last night I had to take the tough, but right decision to have my lovely baby boy Brian PTS.
He was mine and my partner's glossy black 'puppy' cat and we got him 6 years ago ( via DS.)
Some members on here know that my beautiful mum died (not expected) at the end of Feb this year, then my partner, my soulmate died at the end of March, a prolific DS poster and fan of BB. It's how we met, and a group of us became friends from 2007 onwards and we got Brian and Cally, his sister (a Tortie) from another DS member in June 2008.
Brian got run over in Sept 2013, broken pelvis and tail pull, but he came through it although incontinent and had to have his tail amputated.
He was a mummy's boy, but my partner loved him too. Recently Brian got constipated and got poorly, but that all got sorted while my partner was in hospital, beginning of March. With regular doses of lactalose he was able to 'go' regularly, and perked up a lot in the last couple of months. It's just been the last couple of weeks he had a urine infection and was uncomfortable weeing, so they emptied him and gave him antibiotics. He was ok for a while, eating, drinking, fussing etc but his wee was still yellow. This weekend he stopped eating and looked uncomfortable, took him to the vets and they said his bladder was too full again and it hurt to wee. So they emptied him again, under sedation while the vet took me into their office because I was crying so much, I think I knew then that it was days rather than weeks and, of course, I needed my partner, who had passed on 22nd March.. They said to bring him back Tues and gave me some relaxants for him.
So he spent yesterday with me, he was sat with me nearly all the time, and even though he was 'empty' he looked uncomfortable. We had lots of cuddles and I think he was telling me it's time. Took him to the vets 5.30 yesterday, he was full again and uncomfortable. They would have to do the same procedure each day as he was no longer able to 'go' by himself, so I had to make the ultimate decision. I couldn't let him suffer any more, and he was PTS while on my lap in his fleece.
I miss him so much, he was always 'there' but it was the right thing to do for him, and we had lots of extra time with him. He gave us both so much love, and was a great comfort to me when Mikeylb died (Brian got a second wind from somewhere, I'm sure, as he had been poorly, maybe we just needed more time together for comfort) He'd just had enough and wasn't going to improve this time. x
Today has been one of the worst of my life. A day when I would have turned to my mum, and my partner, the house is even more empty as my lovely boy is also no longer in it. How the hell does anyone deal with this?

He was mine and my partner's glossy black 'puppy' cat and we got him 6 years ago ( via DS.)Some members on here know that my beautiful mum died (not expected) at the end of Feb this year, then my partner, my soulmate died at the end of March, a prolific DS poster and fan of BB. It's how we met, and a group of us became friends from 2007 onwards and we got Brian and Cally, his sister (a Tortie) from another DS member in June 2008.
Brian got run over in Sept 2013, broken pelvis and tail pull, but he came through it although incontinent and had to have his tail amputated.
He was a mummy's boy, but my partner loved him too. Recently Brian got constipated and got poorly, but that all got sorted while my partner was in hospital, beginning of March. With regular doses of lactalose he was able to 'go' regularly, and perked up a lot in the last couple of months. It's just been the last couple of weeks he had a urine infection and was uncomfortable weeing, so they emptied him and gave him antibiotics. He was ok for a while, eating, drinking, fussing etc but his wee was still yellow. This weekend he stopped eating and looked uncomfortable, took him to the vets and they said his bladder was too full again and it hurt to wee. So they emptied him again, under sedation while the vet took me into their office because I was crying so much, I think I knew then that it was days rather than weeks and, of course, I needed my partner, who had passed on 22nd March.. They said to bring him back Tues and gave me some relaxants for him.
So he spent yesterday with me, he was sat with me nearly all the time, and even though he was 'empty' he looked uncomfortable. We had lots of cuddles and I think he was telling me it's time. Took him to the vets 5.30 yesterday, he was full again and uncomfortable. They would have to do the same procedure each day as he was no longer able to 'go' by himself, so I had to make the ultimate decision. I couldn't let him suffer any more, and he was PTS while on my lap in his fleece.
I miss him so much, he was always 'there' but it was the right thing to do for him, and we had lots of extra time with him. He gave us both so much love, and was a great comfort to me when Mikeylb died (Brian got a second wind from somewhere, I'm sure, as he had been poorly, maybe we just needed more time together for comfort) He'd just had enough and wasn't going to improve this time. x

Today has been one of the worst of my life. A day when I would have turned to my mum, and my partner, the house is even more empty as my lovely boy is also no longer in it. How the hell does anyone deal with this?




What a horrible time you are having lately. It's almost too much to bear.