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I had to put Max down on Saturday.
The vet said that Max would require at least 2 days of hospitalization, a catheter, and IV fluids as his bladder was completely obstructed. She also said that there was no guarantee that it wouldn't just happen again once we alleviated his current condition.
Essentially, I would have had to admit Max into the vet hospital for a minimum of 2 days (it could have been more), pumped him full of pain killers and antibiotics, had a catheter inserted - and he still wouldn't have received a clean bill of health.
So I made the decision to euthanize him.
It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I would rather go through 10 heart wrenching breakups and a bout of influenze than ever have to go through that again. I was by myself at the vet and I had an emotional breakdown.
I knew it was going to happen. I just had a feeling that he wouldn't recover... I was talking to him on the way to the vet as though I knew he wouldn't be coming home with me.
Max was only five and a half. And he was the one constant in my life for those five and a half years.
Now I can sleep with my window open, but I don't think its worth it.
The vet said that Max would require at least 2 days of hospitalization, a catheter, and IV fluids as his bladder was completely obstructed. She also said that there was no guarantee that it wouldn't just happen again once we alleviated his current condition.
Essentially, I would have had to admit Max into the vet hospital for a minimum of 2 days (it could have been more), pumped him full of pain killers and antibiotics, had a catheter inserted - and he still wouldn't have received a clean bill of health.
So I made the decision to euthanize him.
It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I would rather go through 10 heart wrenching breakups and a bout of influenze than ever have to go through that again. I was by myself at the vet and I had an emotional breakdown.
I knew it was going to happen. I just had a feeling that he wouldn't recover... I was talking to him on the way to the vet as though I knew he wouldn't be coming home with me.
Max was only five and a half. And he was the one constant in my life for those five and a half years.
Now I can sleep with my window open, but I don't think its worth it.