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Yesterday, I had to euthanize my cat.
He was with me for twelve years. And his whole life, he was very healthy. When we went to the vet last year, was surprised to hear how old he was and said that judging by his health, he would give him half his age. But, for the past two weeks, he was very bad, and getting worse every day. We don't have the one doctor, and the vet we went to when we first noticed him not feeling good, misdiagnosed him, and gave wrong prescription, and by the time we went to a different doctor, it was too late. I don't know if we woulg have been able to save him if we were faster, but... We weren't.
The doctor warned us that our chances were very slim, but offered us a treatment that might have helped. Perehaps if he was younger, of we started it earlier, it might have helped, but... We will never know now.
For the last two days, it got so bad, all he could do was lie and breath shallowly, and, sometimes cry. It.. was horrrible to watch. Now, I regret that we didn't end it sooner... There is a huge difference between knowing that we can't do anything but help end his agony and actually doing it.
We had to do it. Knowing that doesn't make it any easier.
Rest Well, My Friend, and let there be, in whatever cat heaven you are, sun-filled forest, and plenty of mice, and a nice place to rest, and play, and be.
We will miss you.