It was very hard, mostly because I didn't really have anyone to talk it through with other than the vet. I was very reassured when the locum vet who did the deed said that she would never put down an animal that she thought could be saved. His regular vet rang me last night to see how I was holding up, and she also said that I had done The Right Thing, that sometimes we just can't fix them. I'm trying to convince myself of the positive aspects. No more surprise packages in the bathroom (that hadn't quite made it into the litter tray) , being able to move a few items of furniture that were placed solely for the use of a cat to access window sills, and no more worrying about his welfare. Not as tied to home now, either, which may be a boon in the future. Spare cat food has gone to a woman at work, spare cat litter is going to another one. I'm keeping some of his toys, but all else is going to the bin... In for a cathartic day, I think.
It was just such an unexpected downturn - he'd been right as ninepence until about Jan 5th, when he started getting a bit quiet. I thought he was sulking because I'd gone back to work after two weeks off, but then we ended that week with vets and pills and the following week with days on a drip and nights spent at the vets. I'm glad I made the decision, ultimately, because his life was awful for him.
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I'm trying to convince myself of the positive aspects. No more surprise packages in the bathroom (that hadn't quite made it into the litter tray) , being able to move a few items of furniture that were placed solely for the use of a cat to access window sills, and no more worrying about his welfare. Not as tied to home now, either, which may be a boon in the future.
Spare cat food has gone to a woman at work, spare cat litter is going to another one. I'm keeping some of his toys, but all else is going to the bin... In for a cathartic day, I think.
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Good hunting, Teasle - go well.
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