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Nov 11, 2009 01:59AM
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I expect this to turn out another journal I write that no one will reply to. Am lost for words. Would write about the whole thing, but it wouldn't be in sequence. Our cat Sahib who was seeming to recover from a week of having a catheter taken in and out seemed to be on the mend, enough to go home. After seeing him crying in pain trying to pee, today around 6 pm we had him taken to the emergency vet later in the evening around 9:00. My grandma had to leave to a meeting at the time before 9.
Around 11/12 am we left with an empty carrier and my eyes full of tears and bitter anger towards my grandma who forced me to have it done. She was too cheap to pay the 600-1000 (depending on what tests they performed or didn't) to keep him alive another night. I offered to pay but was turned down. Yes I would have had to go without new clothing for the winter and maybe skip several meals, but it would be worth it. It was inevitable he would have to have surgery done to allow him to go pee, and even then he may have still gotten blocked up...But I don't believe it.
I believe he could have lived. He could have recovered and been his normal self. Yes it would have set us back potentially $3000 + the treatment he had earlier this week, but if we were true animal lovers it would be worth every penny to keep him. But it wasn't to be. My grandma threatened to have me hospitalized if I didn't calm down and agree with it. In anger I spoke and said that I will go with it but it was never my decision and I will always hate her for putting me through this. I watched the dirty deed get done...The waiting time was horrible. It seemed like I was stuck in the room for 12 hours before he came, alive yet, with his leg wrapped up with green tape and a catheter stuck in it. He struggled to escape. They say you know when an animal is ready to go. This one was not. He tried to get into my lap, he struggled to get out. He tried to pull and bite off the tape... I stayed there and tried to hold onto him knowing his fate was sealed. He wasn't going to be with us any longer and there was no way I could change his fate.
Even up to the point when the vet sedated him, he was fighting. Not in a violent way, but just enough to show he didn't want to end that way. He could have survived this night, even though the vet didn't believe...Just we didn't get the chance or the time... If grandma couldn't pay for the surgery, I wanted to get him into a home where someone could. But no. Everything had to happen tonight...too soon and too suddenly. I just wish I could have done a lot differently, prevented this from happening, saved his life...hey he was only about 4 at the most, I don't even think he was that old, maybe still three. He was such a large cat with a desire none other than to please his owners.
He tried to sleep in my bed a few times, but for whatever reasons, I wouldn't let him in my room. I guess in a way I loved Waldo more. I feel guilty. I never knew Sahib's life would end like this and so soon and so sudden.
I mean a week ago we didn't know anything was coming, then suddenly this... In vet books, pamphlets and websites they say to look for signs like urinating outside the litter box, not eating, and seeming to be in pain.
He did not show pain easily, nor did he go outside the litter box, nor did he stop eating. His apatite may have been lower, but not gone altogether. Please if you ever notice your cat looking like it is about to pee and not doing it, even if it pees later fine, get it looked at. Don't assume the cat is constipated and blocked up by hairballs and treat it with mineral oil like grandma and I thought. The warning signs aren't always clear as the textbook or google search results. Your cat may not even behave any different than what you think is normal for that cat. Up to his last day, he loved to run around the house at top speed and harass our other cat Waldo. You can't rely on a cat to act sick to know it's suffering.
Around 11/12 am we left with an empty carrier and my eyes full of tears and bitter anger towards my grandma who forced me to have it done. She was too cheap to pay the 600-1000 (depending on what tests they performed or didn't) to keep him alive another night. I offered to pay but was turned down. Yes I would have had to go without new clothing for the winter and maybe skip several meals, but it would be worth it. It was inevitable he would have to have surgery done to allow him to go pee, and even then he may have still gotten blocked up...But I don't believe it.
I believe he could have lived. He could have recovered and been his normal self. Yes it would have set us back potentially $3000 + the treatment he had earlier this week, but if we were true animal lovers it would be worth every penny to keep him. But it wasn't to be. My grandma threatened to have me hospitalized if I didn't calm down and agree with it. In anger I spoke and said that I will go with it but it was never my decision and I will always hate her for putting me through this. I watched the dirty deed get done...The waiting time was horrible. It seemed like I was stuck in the room for 12 hours before he came, alive yet, with his leg wrapped up with green tape and a catheter stuck in it. He struggled to escape. They say you know when an animal is ready to go. This one was not. He tried to get into my lap, he struggled to get out. He tried to pull and bite off the tape... I stayed there and tried to hold onto him knowing his fate was sealed. He wasn't going to be with us any longer and there was no way I could change his fate.
Even up to the point when the vet sedated him, he was fighting. Not in a violent way, but just enough to show he didn't want to end that way. He could have survived this night, even though the vet didn't believe...Just we didn't get the chance or the time... If grandma couldn't pay for the surgery, I wanted to get him into a home where someone could. But no. Everything had to happen tonight...too soon and too suddenly. I just wish I could have done a lot differently, prevented this from happening, saved his life...hey he was only about 4 at the most, I don't even think he was that old, maybe still three. He was such a large cat with a desire none other than to please his owners.
He tried to sleep in my bed a few times, but for whatever reasons, I wouldn't let him in my room. I guess in a way I loved Waldo more. I feel guilty. I never knew Sahib's life would end like this and so soon and so sudden.
I mean a week ago we didn't know anything was coming, then suddenly this... In vet books, pamphlets and websites they say to look for signs like urinating outside the litter box, not eating, and seeming to be in pain.
He did not show pain easily, nor did he go outside the litter box, nor did he stop eating. His apatite may have been lower, but not gone altogether. Please if you ever notice your cat looking like it is about to pee and not doing it, even if it pees later fine, get it looked at. Don't assume the cat is constipated and blocked up by hairballs and treat it with mineral oil like grandma and I thought. The warning signs aren't always clear as the textbook or google search results. Your cat may not even behave any different than what you think is normal for that cat. Up to his last day, he loved to run around the house at top speed and harass our other cat Waldo. You can't rely on a cat to act sick to know it's suffering.
*deep sigh* Oh my... I'm so sorrowed to hear about your loss and how it all transpired. Honestly, I am at a loss for words. As going back in time and changing events isn't an option, I simply hope and pray that you find comfort.
I am sorry for your loss...but sometimes it is more humane to have the animal put dowwn then make him suffer through other treatments....I am not saying this to be cruel it is just a fact of life...sounds like this poor cat was suffering bad, and I feel you did the more humane thing by having him put to sleep he went peacefully and is not suffering anymore, and I know it doesnt take the hurt away anymore....I had a german sheppard we had her for almost 10 years and she was like one of my children. she was getting old and she had a stroke. her kidneys were failing and she could hardly walk..the vet told us he
could proablky save her...we didnt even ask what the cost would be...never mattered..but he also told us she would be suffering and she was to good of a freind to let her go through that...we had her put down, and we cried for bout a week it was hard on the whole family..but she was not suffering and that is the important thing...doesnt mean we didnt love her or was worried about the cost...we didnt want her to suffer she went peacefully and with dignity...MJ again I am sorry for your loss...but just think about the suffering the c at would have went through...God Bless...brian
could proablky save her...we didnt even ask what the cost would be...never mattered..but he also told us she would be suffering and she was to good of a freind to let her go through that...we had her put down, and we cried for bout a week it was hard on the whole family..but she was not suffering and that is the important thing...doesnt mean we didnt love her or was worried about the cost...we didnt want her to suffer she went peacefully and with dignity...MJ again I am sorry for your loss...but just think about the suffering the c at would have went through...God Bless...brian
Oh MJ... :-( What a terribly sad thing to endure. Believe me, I understand the pain and grief you're feeling, as well as the need to blame someone. It really sounds like all the money in the world wouldn't have saved Sahib. Maybe treatment would have bought a little bit of time, but it probably wouldn't have been quality time.
We all grieve differently and respond to stress differently. It's possible your grandma was trying to be strong for you and suppressing her own emotions. I was brought up to believe that any display of emotion was a bad thing. Displays of affection or otherwise were to be kept behind closed doors and suppressed. It's taken me a whole lot of years to get over stiffening up when someone hugs me. I do envy your ability to just let it all rip when you need to; but I also hope you aren't taking on unnecessary casualties while you're hurting so badly.
I had to deal with a similar situation this summer. My mother is very ill and refuses to have any help in her home. She's lived alone since my father died in 1994 except for her cat, Alexander. Mom never got out of the old school of thought that pets don't need vet care. I knew something was very wrong with Alexander and begged her to let me take him to a vet. The opportunity didn't arise until Mom was hospitalized for a few days. He was already in liver and kidney failure. Over the next few weeks he melted away while Mom denied anything was wrong. She kept insisting the vet didn't know anything and the cat was just fine. I was the one who had to take him in for the final visit to our vet and stayed with him through the end. Truly, it was a kindness for a suffering soul.
You aren't alone sweetheart. I so wish our pets could live as long as we do, but they don't. We are very special people who can survive a loss like this and then go on and love another pet again. And again. And again. Try to focus on the good times, which far outweigh the tragedy of the ending.
We all grieve differently and respond to stress differently. It's possible your grandma was trying to be strong for you and suppressing her own emotions. I was brought up to believe that any display of emotion was a bad thing. Displays of affection or otherwise were to be kept behind closed doors and suppressed. It's taken me a whole lot of years to get over stiffening up when someone hugs me. I do envy your ability to just let it all rip when you need to; but I also hope you aren't taking on unnecessary casualties while you're hurting so badly.
I had to deal with a similar situation this summer. My mother is very ill and refuses to have any help in her home. She's lived alone since my father died in 1994 except for her cat, Alexander. Mom never got out of the old school of thought that pets don't need vet care. I knew something was very wrong with Alexander and begged her to let me take him to a vet. The opportunity didn't arise until Mom was hospitalized for a few days. He was already in liver and kidney failure. Over the next few weeks he melted away while Mom denied anything was wrong. She kept insisting the vet didn't know anything and the cat was just fine. I was the one who had to take him in for the final visit to our vet and stayed with him through the end. Truly, it was a kindness for a suffering soul.
You aren't alone sweetheart. I so wish our pets could live as long as we do, but they don't. We are very special people who can survive a loss like this and then go on and love another pet again. And again. And again. Try to focus on the good times, which far outweigh the tragedy of the ending.
I am so sorry for your loss MJI. You did an amazing thing to stay with your cat until the end. I do not know if I would have had the strength to stay there throughout all what you did. Don't hate your grandmother for what she did, but hate what she did. Always better to hate actions than people. That is something you will have to forgive her for and it will take time. Holding on to resentment for people is not only not Christian/spiritual/religious but also not healthy emotionally. People are not perfect and they do bad things sometimes for selfish choices. Or sometimes they just have different views. My dad would have done the exact same thing your grandmother did. Actually, he did. But our parents cat was about 10 years old. It was not the same thing, but it was the same expense issue. A cat to him is not worth that much money. My parents never had much money so the choice was between saving the cat for a few more years or having food on the table and clothes on their backs and paying for car repairs. My dad hated to do it, and I don't think he forgave himself because the animal lover that he is has never gotten another pet since. But my dad is a person ruled by logic, not by emotions, for making decisions. Perhaps your grandmother is the same way.
Grieving sometimes is a long process. Animals included with people. Some pets are like best friends or children. I will keep you and your grandmother in my prayers.
Grieving sometimes is a long process. Animals included with people. Some pets are like best friends or children. I will keep you and your grandmother in my prayers.
MJ, this is so sad, it always is when we have to have a pet put to sleep. I feel for you, and what you're going through. Especially as you think the $3,000 surgery would have saved him. And your grandma took the hard line.
But are you really sure of that? There's no 100% guarantee that even WITH the surgery, he would have been cured. It might have meant months of more suffering for him. I don't know all there is to know about this, but for a cat to have to be catheterized, something really bad has to be going on, and surgery is not without risks, and not magic.
I had a similar horrible thing happen with my last dog. He had a tumor, pretty bad and big, and although he was running around, happy to see everyone, he had very bad times with that, the last 3 weeks too. Eventually he couldn't pee at all. The tumor was blocking up tubes to and from his bladder. I had to have him put to sleep. The vet said there was no real hope for the future, he could be catheterized, but it would have to keep being done. I didn't think that was any kind of life for him.
Although in definite pain, that last night, he even greeted the vet who came to kill him. He wagged his tail, he barked happily. He yelped and struggled a bit when she gave him the first intra muscular sedative. It was horrid. I felt "What if I've done the wrong thing, and he could have been saved??" It broke my heart.
I do truly feel for what you're going through. God bless you, and comfort you. Try not to blame yourself for this. Money might NOT have saved him.
But are you really sure of that? There's no 100% guarantee that even WITH the surgery, he would have been cured. It might have meant months of more suffering for him. I don't know all there is to know about this, but for a cat to have to be catheterized, something really bad has to be going on, and surgery is not without risks, and not magic.
I had a similar horrible thing happen with my last dog. He had a tumor, pretty bad and big, and although he was running around, happy to see everyone, he had very bad times with that, the last 3 weeks too. Eventually he couldn't pee at all. The tumor was blocking up tubes to and from his bladder. I had to have him put to sleep. The vet said there was no real hope for the future, he could be catheterized, but it would have to keep being done. I didn't think that was any kind of life for him.
Although in definite pain, that last night, he even greeted the vet who came to kill him. He wagged his tail, he barked happily. He yelped and struggled a bit when she gave him the first intra muscular sedative. It was horrid. I felt "What if I've done the wrong thing, and he could have been saved??" It broke my heart.
I do truly feel for what you're going through. God bless you, and comfort you. Try not to blame yourself for this. Money might NOT have saved him.
I'm sorry you lost Sahib, and in such a painful way!
I am so sorry Mj ...
Deeply sorry, cant say a word since I'm also grievieng a seven days kitten tha died yesterday morning
I'm praying for you.
I'm praying for you.
Oh MJ, I am so shocked to come back today and read the fate of Sahib. Honey, I am so very sorry for your loss. It does sound like Sahib had more problems than was originally thought. That much is clear.
I can imagine the anger and helplessness you are feeling with this all being so sudden and completely out of your hands.
My heart goes out to you...
I can imagine the anger and helplessness you are feeling with this all being so sudden and completely out of your hands.
My heart goes out to you...
I'm sorry you lost Sahib, MJ, and for what you are going through. I know how you feel. I lost my Willow 7 months ago and wondered if I should have held on longer. I didn't want to let him go. I really thought about waiting but I didn't want him to suffer. I truly tried to think of him, not me, but it was still so hard. It's never an easy thing to let go of a pet. I dread that day again when I have to go through that with my other animals. All I can do is try to enjoy them now and hope God will give me the strength when I have to make that decision again.
*Hugs and prayers*
April
*Hugs and prayers*
April
Well that is crazy! Remember what grandma did with jeremiah...I just don't think she actually cares much about animals. Like of course, humans are more important, but there is a point when you love an animal enough to make some sacrafices for it. I think you should come home soon =[
Ah I'm sorry. I had to have a cat put asleep a few weeks back. It is hard, I feel your pain.
I'm very sorry for your loss MJ. I too em facing this with my Bonnie Bell and I do not relish it. Thank goodness they were placed into our lives and for the short amount of time we are allowed they felt loved.. warm hugs lesa
I think God will bring the best of the best all back. I believe animals will be in heaven. How can they not be? Why do we love them so much if they are but a fleeting enjoyment?
God is the Great Revisionist and Revivalist! The Great EVERYTHING! Today I declare my belief. File it away under "Spirituality".
I have no way to prove my belief, but I refuse to let it be eroded away.
I see that we must treasure out moments as they come. So many slip away unnoticed. We juggle them and lose them. We worry about things and lose sight of important things....so many ways for those moments to be lost.
I grieve along with you, MJI, today for the loss of Sahib. I am thankful you were with him and he did not die in some office alone with strangers.
He is meeting all sorts of other loved ones who left special people grieving for their presence. Some day we will all be together.
\O/'s and "tears" and "love"
God is the Great Revisionist and Revivalist! The Great EVERYTHING! Today I declare my belief. File it away under "Spirituality".
I have no way to prove my belief, but I refuse to let it be eroded away.
I see that we must treasure out moments as they come. So many slip away unnoticed. We juggle them and lose them. We worry about things and lose sight of important things....so many ways for those moments to be lost.
I grieve along with you, MJI, today for the loss of Sahib. I am thankful you were with him and he did not die in some office alone with strangers.
He is meeting all sorts of other loved ones who left special people grieving for their presence. Some day we will all be together.
\O/'s and "tears" and "love"
I'm so sorry for your loss. I know how hard it is to go through this pain and grieve from it. I'm sorry this was so traumatic.
dazon..I agree with you I truley believe that our pets will be in heaven waiting on us...they show uis such love here on earth why wouldn't they be with us in heaven...
Thanks. It was not easy to watch him and see what happens right after the shot. Right before I left him, I tried to position him like he would be when he was sleeping on his side normally; with his tail curled back and his face rested. He had one eye open and one closed. I whispered, "I hope it's true", thinking about the rainbow bridge and the concept of animals having an afterlife. I remember a year ago having a dream about Waldo suddenly dying, and maybe even another dream where I saw one of the cats dead in the house. I cried both in the dream and upon waking up. Then this last summer coming home and seeing a dead cat on the grass by a sidewalk. The dead cat was a huge black one almost exactly Sahib's size and build. I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness that I couldn't explain, was about to cry, and immediatly hugged Sahib upon coming home. Maybe those were warnings of some sort? I don't know. Maybe it was trying to prepare me for something.
After going through what we did with Sahib, I'm trying to shift mmy attention to Waldo. For sure I thought Sahib would out live Waldo, because if any of our cats "acted" more sick, it probably would be Waldo. But Waldo is an old cat. Sahib was not. A couple days ago I took Waldo to the vet to get tested for his health. Turns out he has hyperthyroidism. Will be trying to manage it with drugs, but some years down the road we may be faced with this same decision...I looked up Waldo's condition and it isn't so great either.
I talked about Sahib with the vet. For whatever reasons Sahib's bladder was producing crystals and they didn't believe it could have been stopped or prevented even with the surgery. The ph was too high and they didn't think it could have been lowered effectively. It may have been something he was born with all we know. Just so weird how he went downhill so fast. Such a shame that it had to affect such a kind cat. He enjoyed being cuddled, wanted to sit in grandma's lap, enjoyed it whenever I laid down and put him on my chest. That was something Waldo does not enjoy. At best Waldo would tolerate for a few seconds.
After going through what we did with Sahib, I'm trying to shift mmy attention to Waldo. For sure I thought Sahib would out live Waldo, because if any of our cats "acted" more sick, it probably would be Waldo. But Waldo is an old cat. Sahib was not. A couple days ago I took Waldo to the vet to get tested for his health. Turns out he has hyperthyroidism. Will be trying to manage it with drugs, but some years down the road we may be faced with this same decision...I looked up Waldo's condition and it isn't so great either.
I talked about Sahib with the vet. For whatever reasons Sahib's bladder was producing crystals and they didn't believe it could have been stopped or prevented even with the surgery. The ph was too high and they didn't think it could have been lowered effectively. It may have been something he was born with all we know. Just so weird how he went downhill so fast. Such a shame that it had to affect such a kind cat. He enjoyed being cuddled, wanted to sit in grandma's lap, enjoyed it whenever I laid down and put him on my chest. That was something Waldo does not enjoy. At best Waldo would tolerate for a few seconds.
MJ, I was completely heartbroken to read about Sahib. I am soooooo very very sorry that you had to go through this. And, if it makes ya feel any better......I am not overly thrilled w/ your grandma's decision either. Peace and hugs to you, sweetie. My heart goes out to you.
ZQ
ZQ
I am picturing you positioning Sahib and my heart is just breaking for you, MJ. My husband and I decided to stay when we put our Abby to sleep 4yrs ago. It was very traumatizing to say the very least and not something I am in any hurry to do again any time soon.
Abby came home one day paralyzed on one side and it all went downhill from there. It was shocking how one week she was fine, the next she was not...like Sahib. That is why I love on Jade so much throughout the day. I know how something can happen in an instant. You and Waldo need each other right now more than ever. Waldo is grieving too, I'm sure :(
Abby came home one day paralyzed on one side and it all went downhill from there. It was shocking how one week she was fine, the next she was not...like Sahib. That is why I love on Jade so much throughout the day. I know how something can happen in an instant. You and Waldo need each other right now more than ever. Waldo is grieving too, I'm sure :(
Swampy's really sorry to hear about the loss. Doesn't know what to write beyond that.
My cat, Midnight developed his first crystals around the age of 4. Because he a in door only cat, It was easier for me to see the signs that something was wrong.I knew nothing about male cats developing crystals. My vet told me a lot Cat food is made with the whole fish bones and all so there is a higher level of calicum deposits,affecting the natural PH. Causing bladder infections. Crystals are very painful for cats.
So through out most of his life we delt with visits to the vet. He was on a special diet called Feline CD to regulate the PH. Around the age of 10 midnight was dioagosed with thyroid tumors......We were able to keep him with us for 6 more years which is almost unheard of. Thyroid tumors and kidney desease run hand in hand
After speaking with a specialist here locally who had developed a treatment for thyroid tumors I was convinced this was not for midnight at his age of 10, the doctor agreed, the treatment is radiation and they are kept in solitary confinement for up to a week. Midnight would have never understood where his mommy was.WITH NO GUARANTEE
So kitty dialysis was recomended to keep him hydrated because he couldn't Drink enough water---he needed to be infused with extra. I said OK...lets li=ook at this my cat is 15 years old and YOU want his last memories is of me sticking him with a 16 gage needle three times a week???? No I don't think so.He lived another year.
When he was put down he could hardly walk across the room ( I was in such denial )......Loved my baby. So you could hear me cry out throughout Wake County.
I went to THINGS REMEMBERED in the mall and got a plaque and had his birth and death engraved on it
My new kitty MISS ATHENA has recently been diags. with an incurable heart desease. I got her from the rescue ,and she was a barn kitten, undernourished, bitten by a BAT, she has herpes simplex in her left eye ( probally from nursing) She has only had 3 outbreaks in the 5 years that we have had her. When my Vet, Lisa broke the news to me she was so sad because of all we shared with Mightnight
Athena will die from this*****but I'll tell you one thing the first sign of pain I will love her enough to let her go. She has a wonderful life and thats what I want her to have , right up to the end. Her death if left to its own natural progression will be extreamly painful.
Cry, scream into your pillow ( so grand ma won't know)Have all your sadness but try to keep it into perspective****for what your kitty had it would have taken her/his life. AND she would have suffered much........................God Bless you MJ,
Debra
So through out most of his life we delt with visits to the vet. He was on a special diet called Feline CD to regulate the PH. Around the age of 10 midnight was dioagosed with thyroid tumors......We were able to keep him with us for 6 more years which is almost unheard of. Thyroid tumors and kidney desease run hand in hand
After speaking with a specialist here locally who had developed a treatment for thyroid tumors I was convinced this was not for midnight at his age of 10, the doctor agreed, the treatment is radiation and they are kept in solitary confinement for up to a week. Midnight would have never understood where his mommy was.WITH NO GUARANTEE
So kitty dialysis was recomended to keep him hydrated because he couldn't Drink enough water---he needed to be infused with extra. I said OK...lets li=ook at this my cat is 15 years old and YOU want his last memories is of me sticking him with a 16 gage needle three times a week???? No I don't think so.He lived another year.
When he was put down he could hardly walk across the room ( I was in such denial )......Loved my baby. So you could hear me cry out throughout Wake County.
I went to THINGS REMEMBERED in the mall and got a plaque and had his birth and death engraved on it
My new kitty MISS ATHENA has recently been diags. with an incurable heart desease. I got her from the rescue ,and she was a barn kitten, undernourished, bitten by a BAT, she has herpes simplex in her left eye ( probally from nursing) She has only had 3 outbreaks in the 5 years that we have had her. When my Vet, Lisa broke the news to me she was so sad because of all we shared with Mightnight
Athena will die from this*****but I'll tell you one thing the first sign of pain I will love her enough to let her go. She has a wonderful life and thats what I want her to have , right up to the end. Her death if left to its own natural progression will be extreamly painful.
Cry, scream into your pillow ( so grand ma won't know)Have all your sadness but try to keep it into perspective****for what your kitty had it would have taken her/his life. AND she would have suffered much........................God Bless you MJ,
Debra
Like everyone else I am so sorry to hear about your cat. I did read that when you die your pets will be there the same beautiful way they were when you were with them. Also I had a cat that went through the same thing. His name was Lupus , he cried so much until we could get him to the vet. He died on the table. I was told that it happens alot in male cats and that it could happen again. He was just a baby, but no more pain and all the love heaven can give.God will give you the peace you need.
So sorry to read about your cat. hang in there
Thank you everyone who's replied. It is 5:30 am as I write this. I fell asleep and woke up early. Crying and unable to get back to sleep. Does it get any easier? I'm feeling snappy and generally feel upset.
Yeah it does get easier....the guilt never does tho...
but in the end MJ we all have to come to terms with the fact that we are just keeping these poor babies alive for ourselves and not necessarily whats best for THEM...
go ahead and grieve, he knows he was loved...
yes it can happen that quickly, I lost one too that way years ago, I still remember the howl he let out that morning, by the time we got him to a vet and on antibiotics it was too late, vet said he only had a 20% chance of living...I kept him home for a night but he was so listless...I finally knew it was enough.
Had to put others down over the years fo many other health conditions...it takes along long time to rid yourself of that quilt...but it does come.
Bless you
but in the end MJ we all have to come to terms with the fact that we are just keeping these poor babies alive for ourselves and not necessarily whats best for THEM...
go ahead and grieve, he knows he was loved...
yes it can happen that quickly, I lost one too that way years ago, I still remember the howl he let out that morning, by the time we got him to a vet and on antibiotics it was too late, vet said he only had a 20% chance of living...I kept him home for a night but he was so listless...I finally knew it was enough.
Had to put others down over the years fo many other health conditions...it takes along long time to rid yourself of that quilt...but it does come.
Bless you
Mj it does but I know that I still feel a lot of pain when I look back on what happened to my little dog..you learn to accept it, as with anything that happens that hurts us it wont go away, we learn to live with it and accept the fact...I know what you feel, my mom always told me to replace any animal I lost but I couldnt replace him ,that was 20 years ago, a cat found us and has helped me a lot ...hugs Marg
I cried when I read what happen. I have lost several pets and none are easy. My mom had me put her cat to sleep. It was time and I did it out of love for my mom and the cat. But it was certainly different from what you went thru. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
I never had a pet, so maybe I never felt the same kind of void you are feeling. Unfortunate to know your cat died, each moment of grief makes a person more wiser. The longer the grief lasts, the more wiser you will be. Try various combinations to overcome grief, one will click and one day you might not feel any grief whoever you lose. You will forget how to shed your tears then as there will be nothing to cry for, nothing to feel depressed about.
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