Well for those of you who do not know Drake is my 15 year old cat. He has been having health issues and I thought I was going to have to put him down about a month or two ago. He was having seizures along with other health issues. We took him to the vet, the vet took him off of a medication he was on and he did okay until last week.
Friday morning before work Drake was flopping around the floor like a fish. He was having another seizure. I tried to calm him but in the process got a pretty deep gash in my hand. Drake could not help himself and when it was over he got up and walked down to his food bowl. That cat is always ready to eat !
I fed him and Chris made another appointment with the vet. I had a rough weekend. Drake has another appointment today. The vet is going to exam him and see what we should do. I told Chris that if the vet feels it is time for Drake to be put down then just do it. I can not be there. I can not make the choice. I can not be involved with any of the decision making because it breaks my heart. I should have called into work today because I am a mess. If anyone asks if something is wrong I am going to burst out in tears.
It is out of my hands now. I told Chris if the vet has any alternative that we can afford , do it. I think we have hit the end though because we already have done everything we could for him. He has been part of our family for over 15 years now. My son has no memories of living without Drake. Its hard.
So here I am playing the waiting game again.....