Every pet owner knows this day will come, but that doesn't make it any easier. Today I had to euthanize our cat of 17 years. Patches was found in the street when she was around three or four months old. She's been with me ever since. Two cross country moves. Shot in the leg. Injured diaphram. Terrific battler and mouser all these years. Well, until the last two or so when she slowed down. But always a great companion, even through last night.
She had been losing weight the past year, and was noticeably slower. But still she was active enough and her personality remained the same so as not to alarm. But last week she stopped eating just about anything I served her. Then she developed a nose bleed on Sunday. She was just looking frail and not herself, and I braced myself for the worst.
Sure enough, yesterday the vet examined her and quickly found a large, ulcerated tumor on the roof of her mouth. Which would explain the bloody nose and her refusal to eat.
The decision was a necessary one, but damn difficult and painful. This afternoon we had her mercifully put down. Buckets of tears from all of us right now, and a gaping hole in my heart. I know it'll get better. But I'm a mess right now.
RIP Patches :brokenheart: :beer:
She had been losing weight the past year, and was noticeably slower. But still she was active enough and her personality remained the same so as not to alarm. But last week she stopped eating just about anything I served her. Then she developed a nose bleed on Sunday. She was just looking frail and not herself, and I braced myself for the worst.
Sure enough, yesterday the vet examined her and quickly found a large, ulcerated tumor on the roof of her mouth. Which would explain the bloody nose and her refusal to eat.
The decision was a necessary one, but damn difficult and painful. This afternoon we had her mercifully put down. Buckets of tears from all of us right now, and a gaping hole in my heart. I know it'll get better. But I'm a mess right now.
RIP Patches :brokenheart: :beer: