dlowan wrote:Had to have Oscar euthanased an hour ago.
He woke up miserable, after having been better for a couple of days, and there were no better antibiotics on offer for him. No way I was prepared to have him end his happy little life with misery.
Vet and vet nurse were lovely...and the vet did the best job of any I have ever had at inserting the needle painlessly for him.
I have been readying for this for the last six months, but it is still bloody hard.
He wasn't the brightest Siamese I have ever had, but he was unfailingly happy, endlessly and gently affectionate (one of those cats who just softly moulds himself to you, whenever you are at rest for a moment) and always responsive and sweet.
I certainly sometimes wanted to shake him when he shat on my bed, but now I'll even miss that!
Goodbye little friend, and thank you for thirteen and a half years of joy.
Deb, here's my hand for you to hold for bit.
Poor little Oscar. He sounded the sweetest of critters. You're going to really miss him. (So what's a little turd or two on the bed, every now & then, when everything else about him brought such pleasure & happiness into your life?)
You did absolutely the right thing, but I don't have to tell you that, do I?
<sigh> It makes one feel so helpless when there's
nothing more one can do, doesn't it? And I know what you mean when you say it's so bloody hard, despite preparing yourself for months.
A big hug to you, Deb. I'm so sorry.
Love,
Olga