I am feeling an almost crushing depression this morning because of little Red's illness. I'll take him to a new vet this afternoon, but there is little hope. The two vets, including an oncologist, that have seen him, have no idea. We have just been treating symptoms.
My feeling is once again I have failed someone. I did not act sooner, more aggressively, etc. This is much as I felt about my favorite cat, Satchi, when she died 15 years ago. My love, my care failed her.
So many times have I failed to provide animals or people with what they needed, yet it is only with the approach of death that the failure's effects truly reach home.