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Well, my husband took her to the shelter… I just can’t do it. I’m one hell of a mess right now, because not only that, but she was having one of her good days today. She hadn’t looked so alive in a while… My little dog, mon p’tit chien.
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http://www.sarahjestin.com/feedbacklists.htmI’m so sorry. I dread the day when I have to make that decision for my Sandy. It makes cry to even think about it.
I am so sorry about Pooka. 🙁 If it’s any consolation, sometimes the old and very sick rally briefly before they fail. You’d been watching her slip for a while, so it’s not as if you made a hasty decision–far from it. You know your dog and you know what her behaviors mean. I am certain that you were right in your assessment: Pooka’s quality of life was getting to the point that life wasn’t fun for her anymore, and was starting to be unpleasant. You made the right decision, even though it hurts. Hang in there!
Thank you everyone for your kind words.
I’m a lot better today!
Yesterday, when Dean came back, we held each other and cried our hearts out. It felt like such a betrayal on our part!
But it was the right decision in the end: they gave her a tranquilizer, and she was lying on the table, on her little bed (Dean thought, if she’s going to die, it’ll be on her familiar bed). He was petting her, and when he called her name, she’d thump her tail lazily, just like she did when sunbathing. She loved the sun and would sprawl, so warm from the sun you’d swear she was melting. So she was truly relaxed and fine, but her breathing was labored. The vet said that was not normal, and that it was one of the signs of cancer. So she truly was not well, and the silly thing never said a word! So she left, in a familiar bed, with a loving voice (there I go again with the tears), finally free of the pain she hadn’t been able to show or express.
Here’s a picture of her, about 4 years ago. It was taken during the summer, so she had quite the tan (yes, she tanned!)
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http://www.sarahjestin.com/feedbacklists.htmOh dragonmedley, hugs for you and your family. It was not a betrayal, it was a gift. But I know how you feel. Our manx kitty, Abby, had been our baby before we had the twins. She was about 9 when the boys were born. By the time the boys were 5 we knew it was time for her to go. Her hearing was gone, eyesight was going and was very confused most of the time. When she couldn’t remember where her food or potty box was that was really hard. She was a very affectionste kitty but one day I must have startled her because of her bad hearing and poor eye sight and she turned and bit through the webbing on my hand between my thumb and fore finger. The look on her face when she realized what she’d done was heartbreaking. She NEVER bit and she looked so mortified and humiliated that we knew it was time. It was the hardest thing we ever had to do but we couldn’t let her suffer. Our vet was so understanding; no lecture on trying to place her as a rescue cat, just pure complete understanding and compassion. We still miss her but know that she is still ours and we will have her again in the next life. Hope this helps. Mourn all you need to and don’t let anyone upset you by saying you should be over it and get on with life. Our furry babies are part of our families and deserve to be mourned as such. Love, prayers, hugs and shoulder if you need it.
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