Bit

I'm very, very concerned about Bit.  He was vomiting everything up on Monday and Tuesday, then with the help of the anti-nausea meds he stopped, but wasn't eating enough.  Yesterday I gave him an appetite stimulant. He ate, but he seems very very unhappy.  He's hiding now, under the bed.

I'm afraid I may have to take him to the vet.  But that's not the worst part.  I'm actually afraid that it will not be a return trip. I think he's getting tired.  He doesn't feel well.  I'm fairly certain his cancer is winning.  Despite good blood tests and good results up to Monday, I feel like we've lost the fight.
Maybe he'll bounce back - some fluids, maybe something injectable for nausea.  But at this point, I believe we're in to palliative care.
And he's fought so hard. I can't let him suffer.  And if he doesn't want to sit with me anymore, just wants to hide,  then something is wrong.

This is one of the hardest decisions I'm going to have to make.  He's been with me 11 years.   In June, 2001, I was in a pretty bad place.  I'd been tossed out of my band, been recently brutally dumped, and was working freelance a couple days a week, just paying the rent.  It was pretty brutal.  I got Bitter because he was the angriest cat there.
That little motherfucker saved me.  I only hope I saved him, at least a little.