I don’t even know where to start, this feels like the longest nightmare I want to wake up from. My sweet baby has been eating a lot less recently and losing weight bc of it, I thought it was just bc he was getting older and I saw that cats eat less as they become senior, he will be 9 on September 20th. I really, really hope he makes it until then so we can celebrate one last birthday together. 

Me and my partner found out yesterday, I have been nonstop crying and I know my partner is also a wreck but holding it together for me. I just love this cat so fucking much, I moved across the country at 12 and I got him instantly, I grew up in a house full of either 4-6 dogs and random cats around but Thunder was the first pet we got I took complete care of and when I moved out I made sure to grab him with me (and I grabbed one of the family cats since they are buddies and Solomon seemed to stick by me the most; now I am also horrified at how depressed Solomon will be when Thunder passes). 

I’m not really sure what advice I’m even asking for, but I know I need some. What can we do to make him the most comfortable? How will we know when it’s time? I don’t know how to mourn and get through this 

My soulcat Thunder probably only has a few months to live, we’re trying to make him as comfortable as possible, advice?