Dear Zookeeper, you asked for words of wisdom and I have none for you because I don't think I handled my own Yukon's passing with any wisdom at all. I can only tell you how not to do it. My dear cat was always a very proud, I encouraged him to think he was the most beautiful and the most noble of all creatures and he soon fell for it. When illness brought him lameness and failing eyesight he became very withdrawn, I don't know which was the worst for him, pain, pride or grief for his just passed brother. Definitely he was no longer the same cat as before. He would just lay quiet, his eyes were blank, he was very distant, I could tell he had enormous pain of some kind or of many kinds, physical or emotional, and of this emotional state I could not tell if it was the shock of losing his brother or the shock of seeing his own condition deteriorate, or both. Whatever I did, nothing would help. He didn't seem to care for me to pet him or hold him, rather he moved away from me but meowed at me all the time, asking me things I couldn't understand or couldn't give. I am sure that I wasn't myself either because I too was grieving his brother, I felt crushed by his sudden departure and how I had not realized how sick he was. I kept looking at my poor Yukon and I prayed non stop that I would make the right decision for him. Each time it seemed that the best 'answer' was that his life was now too difficult,the good times were over, he would no longer enjoy life and his time had come. I made the pts appointment 4 days ahead, to make sure I could change my mind, but all the time it seemed like this was the most kind and logical solution. However, when he realized I was taking him to the vet for the last time, his lethargy changed to fear and then a sort of resignated anger at me and my dh, it was the worst thing, and I so hated how we were like zombies once we
took this path, how we continued where logically we should have yelled stop, scooped him up and run back home with him! he didn't want this, even if he thought he did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I really regretted trying to put him out of his misery and wish I would have been able to stand his agony for longer because no matter what the outcome, even if he would have deteriorated it would have been a better choice because he would have gone knowing that I could allow him patience and I could suffer this way rather than my stupid 'do something!'way where something must be done because really I am the one who can't stand the situation, even more than him. About a month ago, you wrote
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In retrospect, I don't feel guilty about not taking her in. I just wish I knew for sure that when the time comes, I'll do the right thing and that she won't have to suffer needlessly b/c of my decision.
If you see that things become so bad that you must decide for her, see if you can get your vet to come to your home and put her to sleep, no matter how used they are to visit the clinic, they will know from your beating heart that this is 'the' visit and this is something I would love to be able to re-do otherwise.
It is very hard to just let it be. But I wish I had. Hugs and much love