spyrosmom
Cathlete
Those of you who are FB friends w/ me already know. But I am wide awake tonight with toothache pain, and missing my lap sitting buddy. Vlad (the dog) will not come downstairs to be with me. Don't know why, but he won't come in the basement.
I had to put our kitty to sleep on Thurs. Merlin was only 11. Now I don't have anyone to talk to when I make breakfast in the morning
It was rough, but I know it was the right decision. He was an inside kitty and got out about 2 weeks ago, and was out for 2 nights. After he came back in he stopped eating and would just sit and stare at the wall. He went from about 13 lbs to 6.5 lbs before we put him down.
He had a blockage in his intestines and a mass of some sort on his chest wall. The xrays couldn't tell what was stopping him up, and unfortunately, we don't have $1000 for cat surgery that may not have been a guarantee to keep him alive, especially knowing that he also had something growing in his chest. His blood work wasn't right either. Indications were cancer, and more than likely things were wrong before he got out, it was just a coincidence. We had our local vet look and him and sent all the info to my cousin, who is also a vet, but lives out of state.
It was a rough decision to make, but I think it was the right one. I couldn't even make the appointment. I was thinking about it all day Weds, and sniffed and snuffled the whole way home. I got home, picked up Merline and cried for a good half hour. I stopped, and got up the courage to call the vet, but had to have DH make the appointment, because as soon as the lady picked up, I started bawling. Then we had to tell DS, and I started crying again.
I took him on Thursday morning, and felt like the most awful cat mom ever. I was ok Thurs morning, ate breakfast, worked out, tried not to think about it. When I put him in the cat carrier, the waterworks started again, and didn't stop for hours. I couldn't stay with him while they did it, I just couldn't do it. I talked to the vet, signed the paperwork, gave my kitty one last hug, and she took him away. I cried the whole way to work - a 45 min commute, and then some more when I got there. Sheesh. I'm not a crier, but it was waterworks city. Sick pets is not something I deal well with.
I know it was right, but I still feel awful. I'm finally able to post it today, because the tears have stopped. I am not over it, but am ok with it
Thanks for listening.
Nan
I had to put our kitty to sleep on Thurs. Merlin was only 11. Now I don't have anyone to talk to when I make breakfast in the morning
It was rough, but I know it was the right decision. He was an inside kitty and got out about 2 weeks ago, and was out for 2 nights. After he came back in he stopped eating and would just sit and stare at the wall. He went from about 13 lbs to 6.5 lbs before we put him down.
He had a blockage in his intestines and a mass of some sort on his chest wall. The xrays couldn't tell what was stopping him up, and unfortunately, we don't have $1000 for cat surgery that may not have been a guarantee to keep him alive, especially knowing that he also had something growing in his chest. His blood work wasn't right either. Indications were cancer, and more than likely things were wrong before he got out, it was just a coincidence. We had our local vet look and him and sent all the info to my cousin, who is also a vet, but lives out of state.
It was a rough decision to make, but I think it was the right one. I couldn't even make the appointment. I was thinking about it all day Weds, and sniffed and snuffled the whole way home. I got home, picked up Merline and cried for a good half hour. I stopped, and got up the courage to call the vet, but had to have DH make the appointment, because as soon as the lady picked up, I started bawling. Then we had to tell DS, and I started crying again.
I took him on Thursday morning, and felt like the most awful cat mom ever. I was ok Thurs morning, ate breakfast, worked out, tried not to think about it. When I put him in the cat carrier, the waterworks started again, and didn't stop for hours. I couldn't stay with him while they did it, I just couldn't do it. I talked to the vet, signed the paperwork, gave my kitty one last hug, and she took him away. I cried the whole way to work - a 45 min commute, and then some more when I got there. Sheesh. I'm not a crier, but it was waterworks city. Sick pets is not something I deal well with.
I know it was right, but I still feel awful. I'm finally able to post it today, because the tears have stopped. I am not over it, but am ok with it
Thanks for listening.
Nan
