Vets say he has fluid in his lungs, they arent sure if its cancer, heart disease, inflammation, etc... He wont eat or drink and hasn't done so in 4 days. I am slowly dying here as well, I have never felt pain like this in my life. My best friend, my companion, my pet.... I cant afford the 2.5k-5k vet bills just to diagnose the issue and try to treat it, so I am sitting here crying watching him fade away. I keep praying to some kind of god to keep him with me for a bit longer until I can figure out a plan to get him saved, but I doubt that will ever happen. I can tell you and this may seem weird, but I am crying more now than I ever did during the passing of my father, sad but true. Some may share my feelings, while others may call me crazy but this 7 year old ah heck has been with me during the toughest times of my life and has always managed to put a smile on my face, and now during the toughest moments of his life I cant do a damn thing. I cant help but to blame my broke ass self for this, I don't think I could ever possibly have a pet again.