OK, I feel a little wacky posting this.
I had to put my cat Bitty down yesterday. She was over 16, had gotten quite frail. She had the hyper-thyroid condition, and I gave her the pills as required without fail. She seemed to be doing ok.
Yesterday I got home from work, she did her regular thing- came to the door and greeted me with her meews, tail in the air. I picked her up, gave her the obligatory patting and scratches, put her down, all as normal.
I went into the kitchen to get her afternoon pill dose ready, and hear her yelling in the hallway- I run to see what is up, she is lying on her side, breathing heavy and rapid. She tries to come to me but her back legs don't work, she drags herself by her front legs. I immediately pick her up and take her to the vet.
The vet checks her out, her heart is racing. Bitty has no feeling or control of her back-end. The vet says she likely has a clot that cut off circulation, or a spinal disk ruptured, severing the spinal cord. They could try checking her out with surgery, but the prognosis is very slim. My cat is obviously scared, and frantic, trying to pull herself onto me with her front legs, seems to be very uncomfortable. So I had her put down, stayed with her to the end, and dug a grave last night in the 20 degree cold....
I don't know why I am writing this on a public forum, or why I am so pathetically sad, but I am. I'm a grown man for criminy, with kids, a good career, family, friends, what the heck? She was a rescue cat and had about as spoiled a life as any cat could have, living in a house in the woods on a lot of land- in and out as she pleased, with family to give her attention at her whim.
She made it through Christmas. I got her from the SPCA at Christmas 16 years ago when she was so small that she fit in the cup of my hands. She loved the tree in the house each Christmas, and spent the last couple of weeks sleeping right under it for hours every day. My kids, now 10 and 12, loved her being around, and have not known a day without her. Sad... but at the same time blessed for having the luxury of such a fine friend.
If you read this pitiful whining, then you are a nutty cat person like myself, I guess. Here's to us wacky cat people, and their good little buddies.
I had to put my cat Bitty down yesterday. She was over 16, had gotten quite frail. She had the hyper-thyroid condition, and I gave her the pills as required without fail. She seemed to be doing ok.
Yesterday I got home from work, she did her regular thing- came to the door and greeted me with her meews, tail in the air. I picked her up, gave her the obligatory patting and scratches, put her down, all as normal.
I went into the kitchen to get her afternoon pill dose ready, and hear her yelling in the hallway- I run to see what is up, she is lying on her side, breathing heavy and rapid. She tries to come to me but her back legs don't work, she drags herself by her front legs. I immediately pick her up and take her to the vet.
The vet checks her out, her heart is racing. Bitty has no feeling or control of her back-end. The vet says she likely has a clot that cut off circulation, or a spinal disk ruptured, severing the spinal cord. They could try checking her out with surgery, but the prognosis is very slim. My cat is obviously scared, and frantic, trying to pull herself onto me with her front legs, seems to be very uncomfortable. So I had her put down, stayed with her to the end, and dug a grave last night in the 20 degree cold....
I don't know why I am writing this on a public forum, or why I am so pathetically sad, but I am. I'm a grown man for criminy, with kids, a good career, family, friends, what the heck? She was a rescue cat and had about as spoiled a life as any cat could have, living in a house in the woods on a lot of land- in and out as she pleased, with family to give her attention at her whim.
She made it through Christmas. I got her from the SPCA at Christmas 16 years ago when she was so small that she fit in the cup of my hands. She loved the tree in the house each Christmas, and spent the last couple of weeks sleeping right under it for hours every day. My kids, now 10 and 12, loved her being around, and have not known a day without her. Sad... but at the same time blessed for having the luxury of such a fine friend.
If you read this pitiful whining, then you are a nutty cat person like myself, I guess. Here's to us wacky cat people, and their good little buddies.