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This month has been rough for me to say the least but the worst was when my vet suggested that it was time to put my beloved kitty to sleep.
Earlier this year in January, I took her in because she was losing weight very quickly and frequently throwing up. The vet ran tests and found that her chemical panel showed signs of kidney disease as well as some form of cancer developing in her liver. They suggested I go to a specialist where they could do a sonogram and biopsy on her to figure out a form of treatment. The vet pretty much told me she would only have a few months before things took a turn for the worst and we would need to intervene.
I didn't really like his finality to her situation but now 11 months later I understand.
At her age, 16, I was worried that putting her under the stress of multiple tests and surgeries would just make her little frail body more sick and that I would lose her sooner. My vet actually agreed with my decision and he gave me a few suggestions on how to make her comfortable for the time being.
Last week she had not pooed in the litter box for over a week so I knew something was up. I took her in and they ran blood tests, did xrays and all kinds of tests on her. Sure enough her condition had worsened and her little organs were beginning to shut down.. now they told me I needed to make a decision...
While my kitty was at the vet, I cried so hard. My family and friends were very supportive and my boyfriend came over and just held me for a while. My cat, Paprika, has been my best little friend, my travelling companion, my confidante for 16 years. She got me through my awkward teenage years, she traveled with me when I decided to move to a bunch of different cities, she was always by my side when I was sick and she always greets me at the door when I get home after work. How can I be with out my kitty?
It just breaks my heart. And then I think I am being selfish in keeping her around even though she is clearly suffering. I love my sweet little girl so much...
Sometimes I look at her and think, she looks just fine how can I end her life. Then I really look at her and see how thin and frail she is. How weak and tired she has become. Her quality of life has diminished so much in the past year that keeping her going like this is just unfair.
I hate the thought of setting a day/time to end it but I know I must...
So, I ask, how did you get the courage to make that final call and how did you decide it really was the end?
Earlier this year in January, I took her in because she was losing weight very quickly and frequently throwing up. The vet ran tests and found that her chemical panel showed signs of kidney disease as well as some form of cancer developing in her liver. They suggested I go to a specialist where they could do a sonogram and biopsy on her to figure out a form of treatment. The vet pretty much told me she would only have a few months before things took a turn for the worst and we would need to intervene.
I didn't really like his finality to her situation but now 11 months later I understand.
At her age, 16, I was worried that putting her under the stress of multiple tests and surgeries would just make her little frail body more sick and that I would lose her sooner. My vet actually agreed with my decision and he gave me a few suggestions on how to make her comfortable for the time being.
Last week she had not pooed in the litter box for over a week so I knew something was up. I took her in and they ran blood tests, did xrays and all kinds of tests on her. Sure enough her condition had worsened and her little organs were beginning to shut down.. now they told me I needed to make a decision...
While my kitty was at the vet, I cried so hard. My family and friends were very supportive and my boyfriend came over and just held me for a while. My cat, Paprika, has been my best little friend, my travelling companion, my confidante for 16 years. She got me through my awkward teenage years, she traveled with me when I decided to move to a bunch of different cities, she was always by my side when I was sick and she always greets me at the door when I get home after work. How can I be with out my kitty?
It just breaks my heart. And then I think I am being selfish in keeping her around even though she is clearly suffering. I love my sweet little girl so much...
Sometimes I look at her and think, she looks just fine how can I end her life. Then I really look at her and see how thin and frail she is. How weak and tired she has become. Her quality of life has diminished so much in the past year that keeping her going like this is just unfair.
I hate the thought of setting a day/time to end it but I know I must...
So, I ask, how did you get the courage to make that final call and how did you decide it really was the end?