I cried all night because my little Prince is about to be put down do to sever kidney disease. He seems okay today to me to an extent, but after talking to the vet, he said that it’s just a matter of time, and I really don’t want my cat to suffer. I’ve seen pet owners wait too long, in my opinion, and I promised I would do what best for my cat. The doctor seemed to be pleased that I would be willing to let go so soon after getting the horrible news.
I know there’s a lot of shit in the world that going on now, and a cat’s life might not be worth the time talking about. Since I rarely ever console people who going through tragic events in MPSIMS, or tell them they are in my thoughts, I feel guilty coming here for help. I quite honestly don’t know where to go with this, and since I’ve gotten help here in the past, I just… would like to ask you good folks for some advice.
I love my Garby so much. He’s only around five or six, so he’s leaving much earlier than I, of course, want him to.
People would refer to me a his “Daddy”, but that never seemed right to me. He’s more like the best friend I’ve ever had. I loved him like family. I think he loved me too. He always greets me at the door after I had left my apartment, even if it was just for 5 minutes. If I was gone really long, I would here him meow when I was walking up the apartment building’s stares. When I would open the door, I would always spend about five minutes telling him what a good boy he was and was seemingly just as excited to see him as he was to see me.
He laid next to me most of the night as I sobbed.
I’ve gown up with cats… but Garby is MY first cat and he’s got a personality that is so unique to me, that it’s so much more difficult to deal with. He loved to be picked up.
I found him outside, tried to find a home for him, and looked to see if anyone else owned him before me… Not even the SPCA would take him because they were full at the time. I live in subsidized housing where pets aren’t technically allowed, but I got my Shrink to sign a prescription for a companion animal. And he the best companion one could ask for.
I feel horrible, but I wouldn’t trade in the experience for anything, even though I’m a wreck now. I don’t care about being sad, I care about my kitty because he’s so amazing.
I’m worried that as soon as I know it’s over, the tears will stop and I will feel better… I don’t know if I should feel guilty about that or not. The thing that makes me sad is that he’s not going to have the most pleasant end because he HATES car rides and the vet. Maybe I should concentrate on all his other, good, life experiences instead.
I anyone would be so kind to give me some REAL tips about coping, I really would appreciate it. Is it bad that once it’s over, I’ll feel better, probably watch a comedy and laugh to get my mind off of things? Is it normal?
I’m sorry, I feel conflicted about this… it was really something I just learned I had to think about yesterday. So… it’s all happening so fast.
I mean it when I say thank you for reading this far. I really appreciate it.