Who Gets to Decide?
Jerry and I took two of our cats to the vet yesterday. Tilly has been tearing out her hair on her back, and Omar had visibly slowed down, continuing to lose weight and peeing and pooping outside the box. The vet prescribed steroids for Tilly, but there really wasn't anything more to prescribe for Omar. We had a decision to make. We knew he was not going to get better, and we knew he would continue his descent. In the three or four months he was with us, we tried to make his life as comfortable and joyful as we could. Yummy food and snacks, scritches on his head and neck. So we decided it was time to let him go. He didnt like to be in high places, so our vet got on the floor with him, gave him a dish with Churu and treats, and injected him with medication to make him sleepy, and then gave him another to stop his heart. I'm heartbroken we couldn't do more for him-- make him well, give him more quality of life. But I am grateful we could end his suffering and indignity....