Last night my 10 yr old went with me as we had to put my 12 yr old best feline friend to sleep. I had made the decision to put him to sleep because he was less than 5 lbs, he was suffering with kidney failure, he had stopped eating two days prior and was crying almost all the time whether I held him or not. I felt so bad to see him suffer but I couldn't help but bust into tears when it was all said and done. He was a momma's boy and used to always sleep with me at night. He had a habit of howling at the top of the stairs when it was 11pm and time for bed. He was my "baby boy".
And to add insult to injury, my youngest daughter who is 16.5 months old came down with a fever yesterday that climbed to 103.7 by the time I got back from dealing with my grief and helping my cat end his suffering. So immediately I throw myself into mom mode and get the ibuprofen out to reduce the fever and grab a drink for her to try and hydrate.
It was a very sleepless night between crying over my cat and worrying over my daughter. My oldest daughter was with me as I held my "baby boy" for the last time. I couldn't leave him alone because he was such a "scaredy cat" as it was. She asked to go with me and be there for her buddy, also. She wasn't quite prepared to see what she did even though I tried to warn her what would happen. Frankly I don't think even I was prepared. My cat was a present from my late husband. Irony is when you have held your husband as he takes his last breath and you hold your cat as he takes his last as well. I will never forget either but it closes yet another small door to that chapter in my life. Thankfully I still have 4 other cats at home who crowded around me later in the night because I believe they knew. My oldest daughter went to spend the night at Grandma's house and have a more uplifting time. I have since heard they went shopping.
He was as close to being my baby as any of my pets. His loss hits just as hard if not harder than my lost pregnancies (the miscarriages). I knew his little personality and he was so sweet. Kitt, I'll miss you buddy!
My youngest daughter is doing better this morning. She and I both went back to sleep after I gave her another dose of Ibuprofen at 7 am and something to drink. She woke up and her fever wasn't near as high. She seems to be feeling a lot better now.
Good news part of this, my husband received a letter of recognition for his efforts at the hospital. It also comes with a monetary award which will show up in his paycheck. I am very proud of him for his good work. He is a nursing assistant and pours his heart into helping the veterans at the hospital. It's nice when you hear it has not gone unrecognized.
We are unfortunately looking at one of our dogs thinking we may have to put him to sleep as well. He has developed a mass in his chest that could be cancer. He's been throwing up in the morning and once again, it's so hard to see someone you love suffer. I don't presume to play God but I know that he may feel better in Doggie Heaven than suffering at our house with little relief.
Hugs to all. I wish you a blessed day as the weather today here is beautiful. Love to the mommies.
Sue
