by Finsternis » Sat May 30, 2020 4:44 pm
I very sorry, too. I'm am obsessive cat lover and in last fall I had to help my friend Theo leave his pain behind, so I know how it feels. There's not much to say except "I'm sorry" and "get another kitty as soon as you feel ready." Unfortunately all we can do is miss them and remember how much we loved them.
Theo was with me almost 19 years, from 2001-2019. I love all cats, but the reason he was especially important to me is because he represented my old life, and shared some very difficult and lonely times with me. I got him as a kitten when I had just moved back from Europe and was in MA stupidly trying to start my own business. Then when that failed, he any my other kitty Timmy spent a decade doing a tour of New England and DC - getting jobs, losing jobs, periods of poverty and unemployment, moving constantly, much loneliness. But I always had my guys. Between 1999 and 2012 I think I had a dozen different mailing addresses. But Timmy and Theo were always there with me. After Timmy went away circa 2010 due to a tragic mistake on my part for which I will never forgive myself, Theo was my remaining pal. He was the most loyal friend one could ever ask for and loved me so much - and ONLY me, as it turned out, because when my now-wife came along he was very aloof towards the competition. Though he mellowed out to her gradually, he never was nearly as affectionate with her as with me, saving all his real lovins for me. When he developed squamous cell carcinoma there was nothing I could do. I treated his pain as well as I could for a while, but you know how cats are - wren in pain, they retreat and withdraw. When his doctor said "even with the best meds, he's in a lot of pain" I couldn't put off the decision anymore. Luckily my amazing wife Chanda was a vet tech for a very long time and helped me so much to give him the very best care possible and made the euthanasia as easy for me as possible. He died in my arms. At least at the end he was very calm and comfortable. He had a sedative, Propophol, just beforehand, and it's nice because it makes them all laid back and hazy and melty and even a squirmy cat will be happy in your arms being petted. But man, giving the nod to have them do the final shot.... it's one of the toughest things I ever have to do. Sniff. Now I'm al verklempt.
I'd put a picture, but I don't have one at any URL and I don't know how to upload one to the message. :-(
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I very sorry, too. I'm am obsessive cat lover and in last fall I had to help my friend Theo leave his pain behind, so I know how it feels. There's not much to say except "I'm sorry" and "get another kitty as soon as you feel ready." Unfortunately all we can do is miss them and remember how much we loved them.
Theo was with me almost 19 years, from 2001-2019. I love all cats, but the reason he was especially important to me is because he represented my old life, and shared some very difficult and lonely times with me. I got him as a kitten when I had just moved back from Europe and was in MA stupidly trying to start my own business. Then when that failed, he any my other kitty Timmy spent a decade doing a tour of New England and DC - getting jobs, losing jobs, periods of poverty and unemployment, moving constantly, much loneliness. But I always had my guys. Between 1999 and 2012 I think I had a dozen different mailing addresses. But Timmy and Theo were always there with me. After Timmy went away circa 2010 due to a tragic mistake on my part for which I will never forgive myself, Theo was my remaining pal. He was the most loyal friend one could ever ask for and loved me so much - and ONLY me, as it turned out, because when my now-wife came along he was very aloof towards the competition. Though he mellowed out to her gradually, he never was nearly as affectionate with her as with me, saving all his real lovins for me. When he developed squamous cell carcinoma there was nothing I could do. I treated his pain as well as I could for a while, but you know how cats are - wren in pain, they retreat and withdraw. When his doctor said "even with the best meds, he's in a lot of pain" I couldn't put off the decision anymore. Luckily my amazing wife Chanda was a vet tech for a very long time and helped me so much to give him the very best care possible and made the euthanasia as easy for me as possible. He died in my arms. At least at the end he was very calm and comfortable. He had a sedative, Propophol, just beforehand, and it's nice because it makes them all laid back and hazy and melty and even a squirmy cat will be happy in your arms being petted. But man, giving the nod to have them do the final shot.... it's one of the toughest things I ever have to do. Sniff. Now I'm al verklempt. :sad:
I'd put a picture, but I don't have one at any URL and I don't know how to upload one to the message. :-(
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