Been putting it off, first due to hoping she might get better then due to worry over my DD’s reaction and then due to the expense of it. I have no excuse now, and she has a 5 pm appointment for an eternal ash nap at the vet right around the corner.
Poor (fucking) thing is miserable and making everyone else miserable as well. None of us currently regret her demise at this point…she is incontinent, gets up on and SHITS all over the table, counters, stove, backpacks left on the floor, the couch, the carpet, my PURSE, etc, etc…both due to sudden lack of control AND passive agressive tendencies. We have to keep all doors closed (bedrooms, bathroom…else she takes the chance to get in and SHIT all over everything, the freshly laundered bathmats in general…her favorite place to “make her statement” :mad:)
She is chronically miserable in general. And making it her mission in life to share the misery.
I have worried that my daughter, 11, might be emotionally troubled by the big event, but I rest assured now that she is as disgusted and convinced of the wisdom of the decision as myself and my 18 yr old son are.
We watched Pet Semetary last night (no master plan, just coincidence) but it played perfectly into the theme of, to quote King and the screenplay, “Sometimes dead is better.” Um, YEAH! :rolleyes:
And in that film, one of the characters spoke of how she reacted to the death of her terminally ill sister with laughter and relief…yeah…not ONLY because the one suffering the death is finally out of THEIR suffering, but everyone else is as well.
Exactly…no reason to feel guilt over it, but she did/many do.
I went through this with my late DH…by the time he died, it was a relief, not only because HE was suffering so much but because WE were as well as a result. It didn’t change the horrible grief, it just made me feel terribly guilty at times on top of it. :(:o Yes, I PRAYED/HOPED for him to fucking die, already…he was no longer himself, no longer enjoying life to any degree, and it ripped me to shreds. Why feel guilt over it? But you tend to anyway. Stupid.
I feel zero remorse over the death of this cat…she is old and sick and I have already spent hundreds trying to diagnose/fix her. And OBVIOUSLY she is “just a cat”, and so in no way comparable to the loss of a spouse or child (not to me anyway).
I look forward to cleaning the damn carpets (so our apartment won’t reek of her shit and piss as it has begun to, despite our efforts at cleaning up her messes) and no longer being burdened with a neurotic, miserable beast.
Of course I will miss her (as she WAS for most of her years) but overall, all things considered, I will feel relief and want to perform snoopy dances.
Yeah, I am a cold, heartless bitch and am tired of putting up with the mess and bother of this animal. I also actually love this disgusting, repulsive beast and can’t stand to let her continue in such misery.
So anyway, it’s goodbye to Ginger/Gin-Gin, the stray I took in a decade ago and moved across country rather than dumping her/taking her to the pound. Fare thee well.