I'm so sorry you're having to go through this, Dej. I know how heartbroken I'd be. But you're right to think about Jack's quality of life, too. He can't speak for himself and depends on you to make those hard decisions for him. Like Sandy said, we're behind you whatever you do, and know that it won't be an easy decision to make.

I found a great organic, natural cat food that all three of my cats love. Newman's Own - and they carry it at some grocery stores now. I get mine at Publix. They eat that (I think it has three or four different flavors) and Royal Canin Urinary SO dry food (you have to have a rx to buy it). Originally the Urinary formula was just for Tigger but they all love it and the vet said it was okay for them to eat it, too. It keeps crystals from forming.

I'm praying for Jack and for you, too.

Pffft on those who judge. We wouldn't make our loved ones go through more medical treatments just because we want to keep them around or hoping for that miracle cure, so why would we do it to those who never yell at us, never judge, and never turn their backs? It's the hardest, strongest show of love you can give when it's done from the heart and not for ourselves. So, don't ever think we'd judge. I know I would never do that.

I have put down several fur babies and it never gets easier, but the choice does. I hope that doesn't sound too harsh. My hardest was Bogart, after him, I promised to never allow any animal of mine to suffer. He was only five and had suspected cancer. Nothing we did for him, even two months of treatments could fix him. So, a couple thousand dollars later with our poor baby suffering, we laid him to rest. We could have tried exploratory surgery with the outcome being the same, but we said no, let him rest. You could hear a pin drop in the office, everyone cried. Some things we just cannot fix.

Shame on anyone who judges you or anyone else for doing what is right after you have tried the best you can.

Ditto to everything Sandy said. It's so easy to sit in judgment when you're not the one having to make the hard decisions. I wouldn't let my precious pet suffer indefinitely.....no matter how hard on me the decision was. You'll know what to do, Dej.

he has yet to make a single attempt at the litter box. The evening trauma is over. I washed out his ear, and put his med in it. I cut his long front claws, and I gave him the liquid pain meds under his tongue. Followed by some yummy chicken wellness food. He gobbled it up. I added extra water. At some point this cat has to try to pee. He hasnt made one single paw print in the box. not one! I am not going to panic, or push. The Vet today said he could be just fine going into monday. If he has not made an attempt by the vet opening in the AM I will call for advice. I plopped him back in my armoire (now covered in contact paper inside) and covered him with a towel to hide. I hope the anti anxiety meds will help, and the pain meds will at least calm him. I am going to put him on a 12 hour cycle now for the pain meds and not the 8. maybe he is too comfy and has no urge to pee. if he acts painful I can always add to it.

This is so hard! If he would just try. he is so damaged from the last two weeks of being in and out of the hospital. He needs to calm down. I need to calm down. I cant help but sob when I think of my choices. This either has to get much much better, or it has to end. what horrible choices! I just put Morgan to sleep at the end of May! its too soon to lose another baby!

Praying that you wake up to find kitty paw prints in the sandbox and a little surprise buried in the litter.

We went through this with Sweet Pea and it got to the point that it would have been cruel to keep her alive because she was going deaf and blind and was fearful all the time. She had been a lovable lap kitty and wasn't able to see very well to find our laps or to get up there. DH would hold her for a few hours a day but the rest of the time she sat on a low couch looking confused and fearful and crying often. She was close to 20 years old though. It was very hard putting her down but the most kind thing to do.

Tiger just up and died at about 8 years old, of an apparent heart attack. He was the obese kitty who always had urinary issues (I know that now in hindsight.) I'm just thankful he didn't have time to suffer anyway.

I know this is a terrible thing to go through and I think many of us understand and I for one would not judge you. You know Jack better than any of us and you only want what's best for him.

My heart just aches for all of you. Please, Jack, pee!

Did he pee? I've thought about him and you all night. Just praying for him to relax enough to be able to go. Please update us when you have a minute. My heart goes out to you, Dej.

HE PEED!

what a long weekend. I have been closing myself off in the room with jack, who decides at 12 midnight, that its time to wander and love, and flop and coo and snuggle. He ate, he drank, and he wandered. Finally about 6 he tried to squat in the box. he squeezed out something the size of a walnut. I will take it! He seemed painful, so I upset him off and gave him pain meds. he was almost due anyway. 15 mins later, he came out, snuggled and snuggled me, then dropped off into his box and peed the size of a small lemon. So, he emptied his own bladder. YEAH! I am leaving him in isolation at least one more day, esp since he required some pain meds this morn. but..HE PEED!

I told the cleaning girl to not come today, just leave us be. I told the pushy neighbor NO to dinner for the 50th time. and if all goes well today, and he continues to eat, drink and pee I can give Jack run of the house. Its going to be a wonderful day so the windows are open. Jack will like that. He needs to heal from his fears, and I cant blame him. he got shots everyday, and poked, pulled and prodded. I left him in my room with the windows open.

His spirit needs to heal every bit as much as his bladder. The old lady cat was blind/deaf, and 23 when we put her down. Jack misses her, and the baby cat Lily just wants to play, and play and play. There isnt much down time for her.

Yea!!!!! Oh, I'm SO relieved. A couple of days of fresh air, good food and peace & quiet will do wonders for Jack.

You deserve a medal for your commitment to Jack, Dej. He's one fortunate cat!