Booked her in for the final curtain tomorrow night. She's 12, which isn't that old for a cat, but she's always been a tiny weak little thing (barely bigger than a kitten even now) and her kidneys have finally packed in. Pretty much all she does is drink water, wee, cry in pain, and go back to sleep, and I can't face any more of it (she's been like this for six months, despite all the best efforts of various vets).
So tomorrow for the first time in my life I shall be taking a pet for the 'long walk'. Not looking forward to it, really, but it's for the best. Apparently for an extra £25 I could have her ashes sent off to be made into a "diamond", which sounds incredibly macabre. And, the size of her, would probably be a "diamond" the size of a poppy seed.
Really sorry about that, Rogin. I've never had to take one of my cats in to be put down (had one run away, and another killed by a dog), and I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Remember the good times.
that's very sad rogin, but good lord, 12 is ancient for a cat. I don't think we ever had a cat that made it past five. Best thing to do is get another kitten.
I've had the pleasure of taking two dogs to the vet for a spot of euthanasia. Just thinking about it makes me well up. Condolences, Rogin, and good luck.
Commiserations from me too Rogin, we've put too many cats down in our family, nearly all due to old age (two due to illness), which makes it more bearable, but it's still rubbish. And the house will seem a very quiet place for a week or two...
I've got one of those "three hour timer" things in the kitchen, for baking and what have you. I've just set it, and am looking at my cat, asleep in her little bed. Little does she know what's befalling her later tonight.
I hate cats but feel for you, Rogin. The last time I cried endless heaving sobs was when I had Elvis the rat put down (I realise that people hate rats like I hate cats)
Put me off having any more pets, certainly ones that have a short but glorious life
I'm so sorry I missed this earlier, Rogin. You have my deepest sympathies as well. It's such a difficult thing to do, even when you know in your heart it's the right thing to do.
This thread is horrible. It'll seem like a crazy exaggeration to some (I'm looking at you, TonTon), but I can't imagine life without Roxie, my cat. I honestly think that she's the one part of my life I'm not completely dissatisfied with. Everything else in my life - my job situation, my relationship, where I live, how I live, what I get up to - I want and need to change. But Roxie continually makes me happy. Just the sight of her stupid little face, and her stupid little paws cheers me up. Which is daft as owt, I know, but hey, that's the way it is.
I suppose it's also indicative of greater problems, but let's not go there right now.