We're off in just a few minutes to get Circe put to sleep. She's 22, and is pretty much skin and bones.
We've been doing IV fluids for her for months, and she still loves to eat, but awhile ago she started having periodic trouble walking.
We're thinking she might have gotten run over when the dogs were playing.
This morning her leg went out completely. Either her leg or her hip, and since she's got the kidney problems and since she doesn't really have a quality of life, and since she can no longer get around, we're going to go ahead and get her put to sleep.
I'm torn. I'm sad, but feel guilty that I'm not more sad. She really became my mom's cat years ago when I left home. But then again, who knows how sad I'll be when she's gone? After all, she started out as my cat, and she really was a character. I'm going to have to try to find the pic where she stole the flower.
Ugh, the poor thing.
This is the hardest decision, you know?
Because she still loves to eat (though today it was kind of frantic, her eating) and up til a couple of days ago she'd still purr and clean herself.
On the other hand she threw up all over the house the other morning and lately when we try to give her fluids it's really hard to find a place to put the needle cuz she's SO skinny.
ARgh, the guilt.
Thing is, the other kitties went downhill into suffering SO fast, and we don't want that to happen again. And again, with the dead leg and not being able to get around, not even to use the box, chances are she is in pain.
Yes, I'm trying to justify this, I feel guilty.
But then again, I'd feel guiltier letting her hang on, and possibly die one day in the house or worse, have her in pain trying to drag that leg around.
Dang.
Catch ya later, peeps.
Tags: Cats Euthenasia Sad
