After a very long few years of cancer, we put my cat Trina down today. For any of you who have had to put a pet down you know it's an incredibly difficult thing to do. There is something so wrong about it. One thinks about the will to survive and wishing you could read their minds so that they could tell you how they feel and what to do. I knew this day was coming, but even this morning she was still taking swipes at the dog (a source of entertainment for her) and jumped on my lap for a good neck scratch. I know she had to be in pain, Sunday night one of her tumors had a slight rupture and I knew it was only going to get worse. She had been through two surgeries, the cancer had spread and I suppose I could have kept taking her in for surgeries, but to what outcome? More suffering for something she could never recover from. I know I did the right thing, I know she has not been feeling well, but it's still a sick feeling to drive her to the animal hospital. You just wonder what they think, if they know.
I don't know what happens after you die, but part of me thinks maybe she is with her original owner now. She spent the first 3 years of her life with an elderly lady who passed away before she came to live with me.
I hope this is where she is and they are happy to see one another.