

I had a cat with dementia when I was a kid, she didn’t make it past 7 years old. Now I have a 16yo cat who is starting to show the same signs. Today she nearly ran out of the house when I got home, and didn’t seem to recognize me. It’s rough.
She’s curled up next to me rn, but I’m still thinking those hard thoughts like when do I make the choice to put her to sleep? I’m not ready for that, maybe never will be, but she’s always been a very frightened cat and she doesn’t deserve to feel more frightened because of dementia.
She is unfortunately having other medical problems. The steroid either isn’t working anymore or she forgets that she isn’t in pain/expects certain touches to be painful, I’m not sure which.
This cat has my whole heart. Like if soul mates could be pets, she’s mine.
Thank you for sharing, and understanding the struggle with giving our little loved ones the life and death they deserve. I’m sorry that you had to make that choice, but I’m glad that you had the strength to do so for her.
I think about my grandfather often since my little Ami has shown the same symptoms he had. I’ve always been so grateful that by the time the end came for him, it was quick, and I know that’s what he would have wanted. Perhaps that’s the view I need to keep for her