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I really hope this doesn't make anyone sick, but I feel I have to share this. I made a previous post on this, but I included some graphic details that I should not have & the thread was deleted(thanks for deleting it). When I posted the previous thread, I was still quite distressed over what I had to do last night. I hope that I ommitted everything that shouldn't be here.
I was babysitting my cousin who is 5 1/2 months old last night so his mom & dad could go to the movies. My little sister called me frantic at about 10pm. She was home alone & there was someone/something screaming outside the door. She was scared to go check as we live in the country & there isn't anyone around if it is someone dangerous. I rushed home to find a severly injured kitty. I called both vets near me & neither of them were home. I called the next nearest vet who is 15-20 minutes away & the raods were icy, so possibly longer. I explained to him the extent of the kitties injuries. He told me I had to do something difficult. He asked me how good of a shot I was. I was confused for a mintue when I realized he meant a gun. Judging from the description of the cat, he feared that he/she wouldn't make the trip to see him to be put down. He was afraid the cat was in quite a bit of pain. I did the only thing that I could do to help the kitty. I ended his or her misery. From what I could tell, he/she had white fur, just like Twitch.
Now, this is me. I couldn't look at the stitches in Twitch's tummy after she got spayed without feeling woozy. I violently protest when my dad goes hunting or fishing. He never brings anything he kills home, not even a fish if he catches one going fishing(he now sets them free).
I know that I am forever going to second guess the decison I made, but it seemed to be the only option. Thank you for listening, but after one day, I still feel terrible about this.
I was babysitting my cousin who is 5 1/2 months old last night so his mom & dad could go to the movies. My little sister called me frantic at about 10pm. She was home alone & there was someone/something screaming outside the door. She was scared to go check as we live in the country & there isn't anyone around if it is someone dangerous. I rushed home to find a severly injured kitty. I called both vets near me & neither of them were home. I called the next nearest vet who is 15-20 minutes away & the raods were icy, so possibly longer. I explained to him the extent of the kitties injuries. He told me I had to do something difficult. He asked me how good of a shot I was. I was confused for a mintue when I realized he meant a gun. Judging from the description of the cat, he feared that he/she wouldn't make the trip to see him to be put down. He was afraid the cat was in quite a bit of pain. I did the only thing that I could do to help the kitty. I ended his or her misery. From what I could tell, he/she had white fur, just like Twitch.
Now, this is me. I couldn't look at the stitches in Twitch's tummy after she got spayed without feeling woozy. I violently protest when my dad goes hunting or fishing. He never brings anything he kills home, not even a fish if he catches one going fishing(he now sets them free).
I know that I am forever going to second guess the decison I made, but it seemed to be the only option. Thank you for listening, but after one day, I still feel terrible about this.