Quoting Uncle Obama's Banana:" But that's why this is so bad. He COULD get better. If I only had some smurfing money. If I wasn't so ... [snip!] ... had the smurfing money but the vets wont even work with me to save him because in the end it all comes down to money for them."
I totally understand.
My 13 y.o. cat was a similar situation. He could have had surgery and lived a few more years, but I couldn't afford it. My mom actually talked me into putting him down because I just couldn't do it. My hands were really full though, and I didn't have any extra money for anything. He had been through a lot - he was found in the woods as a kitten, near death. Had every parasite possible. I adopted him and got him healthy, then he was the biggest, fattest, loudest purring thing ever. So dear. At one point, his eardrum burst and he had to get the whole ear amputated, so after that I referred to him as my pet unicorn because he just had one pointy ear. My god, he was the best
. He was the greatest living thing ever. I cried for about 6 months straight after he died. I still miss him so much, and he died 6 years ago. But I know now, in hindsight, that I did the right thing. I swore I'd never put another animal down, but in April my last kitty died at home, which surprisingly wasn't much easier.
Sometimes you just have to make the hardest decisions for the best interest of your animals. They can't ask you for anything. All they do is love you, and the burden of their care is all on you, and that's enormous by the time they get to their end. But if he isn't going to just get better, then you know what needs to happen. And it's horrible. But suffering is worse. Better for you to suffer than him, right? That's how I had to look at it. I'd rather be the one to do the suffering.