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I think tonight I take my last remaining pussy cat to the vet. Unless the vet has some amazing insight, I suspect I'll be catless when I go to bed tonight.
She's nearly 18. I got her years ago from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thespian (no, the icon isn't her...that's Beth, who died last summer). She's always been this little fluff ball in my life, loud, pushy, and usually having to make alliances with the other cats to avoid getting picked on.
Ever since Beth died,leaving her the sole cat, she's slowly started sliding down hill. I doubt she weighs more than 3 or 4 pounds now. She's mostly fur. She eats, but very very little. She drinks. She's using the bathroom, but I've noticed her back legs trembling every so often now when she walks. And the capper, for me, is that I keep finding her face down on the floor. She responds, unlike when Bing did the same thing, but ...
I don't want my cat to suffer.
I also don't want to take my cat in and ask them to kill her.
Sucky part of being a grown up, I guess. You get to make the decisions you don't want to do.
I don't know how long we will be able to survive cat-free.
Edit: I have always believed in euthanasia as opposed to "wait till it dies" for just about everything that lives if it's in pain - human or animal. It's why I'm going to do this. (I'm still asking the vet if there's anything we can do first though) It doesn't make the decision any less enormously sucky.
Truly, I never want to have to make this decision about my son - I could do it (I think), but I think it would break parts of me that might never mend.
She's nearly 18. I got her years ago from
thespian (no, the icon isn't her...that's Beth, who died last summer). She's always been this little fluff ball in my life, loud, pushy, and usually having to make alliances with the other cats to avoid getting picked on.Ever since Beth died,leaving her the sole cat, she's slowly started sliding down hill. I doubt she weighs more than 3 or 4 pounds now. She's mostly fur. She eats, but very very little. She drinks. She's using the bathroom, but I've noticed her back legs trembling every so often now when she walks. And the capper, for me, is that I keep finding her face down on the floor. She responds, unlike when Bing did the same thing, but ...
I don't want my cat to suffer.
I also don't want to take my cat in and ask them to kill her.
Sucky part of being a grown up, I guess. You get to make the decisions you don't want to do.
I don't know how long we will be able to survive cat-free.
Edit: I have always believed in euthanasia as opposed to "wait till it dies" for just about everything that lives if it's in pain - human or animal. It's why I'm going to do this. (I'm still asking the vet if there's anything we can do first though) It doesn't make the decision any less enormously sucky.
Truly, I never want to have to make this decision about my son - I could do it (I think), but I think it would break parts of me that might never mend.
