My cat died and it's my fault.

I just finished burying him out in the back. I switched his diet to dry senior cat food a couple of months back and I didn't really notice anything was off with him until a few weeks ago when he jumped on to the bed to cuddle and knead on me and I felt his back right before his tail started and I could feel his bones a lot easier than before. I thought it was due to the change of diet and extra water (he started peeing a lot more than usual) that I started giving him and the vet said he could stand to lose a few pounds anyway.

I noticed that he started to become lethargic a week ago and very picky with what food he would eat so I bought his favorite rotisserie chicken and he ate it like there was no tomorrow so I thought he was gonna be ok, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. The next day he wouldn't eat anything and was lying next to his water bowl slowly but barely drinking. I picked him up and he was barely moving so I rushed him to the vet where they gave me the bad news.

After performing the blood work the vet said that multiple organs were shutting down due to diabetic ketoacidosis and he would require immediate intensive care to the tune of $8000 to $10k and he would have a 30% chance of making it through the care. Obviously I didn't have the money so I had the vet put him not longer after. They were very kind to me and never judgmental but we all knew the truth. We all knew that this was preventable and that I should have paid closer attention and brought him in much earlier and got him started on diabetes treatment and he would be alive and relativity healthy today. Instead I let him suffer through his last days and it will haunt me for life

He was only 14 and I am so very sorry Ashes. I wish I could say I loved you with a straight face but my (in)actions didn't show it.