RIP Snoopy, my little lady.
So this was a hard weekend for me.
My cat Snoopy, who I got as a graduation present for myself, started failing healthwise last week. It progressed so far so quickly. The vet narrowed it down to cancer in her liver. She was miserable, so Saturday I made the decision to let her go. Although she lived for almost 17 years, it's still hard and still a huge shock to not have her around. She's just always been there.
Saturday and Sunday I moped around and questioned whether I made the right decision. I know I did, and I know her suffering would have been greater had I not, but still. Playing God like that does not sit well with me. And always in the back of my mind, even now with Sheila who has been gone for over a year, I think maybe they could have rallied. Maybe the vet was wrong? I know she wasn't.
I miss my little lady.
My cat Snoopy, who I got as a graduation present for myself, started failing healthwise last week. It progressed so far so quickly. The vet narrowed it down to cancer in her liver. She was miserable, so Saturday I made the decision to let her go. Although she lived for almost 17 years, it's still hard and still a huge shock to not have her around. She's just always been there.
Saturday and Sunday I moped around and questioned whether I made the right decision. I know I did, and I know her suffering would have been greater had I not, but still. Playing God like that does not sit well with me. And always in the back of my mind, even now with Sheila who has been gone for over a year, I think maybe they could have rallied. Maybe the vet was wrong? I know she wasn't.
I miss my little lady.