I posted this some years back:
And one of my first posts on this board is also about a cat, my beloved Mao.
Another cat, Heidi, I had put down shortly after I bought my house. She had health problems that I knew about when I adopted her and she went downhill quickly. She was suffering and unhappy and nothing was going to fix her, so I had to make The Decision a third time, hoping that her last 4 years with me were as good for her as they were for me. I don’t plan on not having cats, so it likely won’t be the last time I go thru this, either.
It’s never easy. It’s never fun to contemplate. But I have to remind myself that it’s part of the responsibilities I accepted when I agreed to shelter, feed, care for and love these critters because they can’t do it themselves. I never want any of my friends to suffer, no matter how many legs they have and unfortunately, it does fall to me make the call: I’m the human.