Peaches was diagnosed with an enlarged mitral valve and placed on medication for it back in February. She's been fine since then except for lots of coughing (as to be expected and we have cough syrup for her). Over the last two days she's essentially stopped coughing...which you would think is a good thing but it's coupled with her vomiting and other tummy troubles over the last 24 hours. This morning, for the first time I can ever remember in the 13 years of being with her, she refused her breakfast. Didn't want wet food, didn't want dry food. She's still drinking water, but she's very shakey and tired. She did eat a little cheese with her heart meds wrapped inside and a small strip of bologna. Yeah, I know salty fatty human food isn't good for her but we just wanted to see if she had any appetite at all. We left her sleeping in the kitchen this morning. She usually sleeps on the couch but is too weak to even use her steps to get up on it. If she's still feeling poorly when my husband goes home for lunch he's taking her in to the vet.
I'm hoping that there is something they can do to buy us more time but my gut tells me that we may be quickly coming to the hardest decision a pet owner has to make. I don't mean to sound melodromatic but I just don't feel good about it.
We lost our cat Nathan in 2008. We lost Pablo, my black and rust min pin last July. I was really hoping to get through a year without losing a furkid.