R.I.P. Patches
So today I'm putting my old cat to sleep. I'm devastated. I've had her for almost fifteen years. She's lost so much weight and has fluid in her lungs. It seemed to happen so suddenly. I'd been noticing that she's sleepin more and had lost some weight before, but she was always heavy so it didn't worry me... until yesterday when I saw her for the first time after coming home from Tahoe. Her sides are sunken in, her eyes look like she's pleading for help... but she still meows when I call her and purrs at my slightest touch. I called my neighbors, both vets, and asked for their opinion. Karen listened to her heart and her cough (which I thought was a hairball, but found she had fluid in her lungs). She said I had two options: 1) Find out what's wrong and find out if its fixable or 2) accept that she's had a long, healthy life and that its time for her to go. Obviously I don't want to let her go, but the chances of fixing whatever if ailing her is slim, and at her age she probably wouldn't even survive the tests. So she's scheduled to be put to sleep at 5:15 this evening. Sean's going to try and get off work early so he can take me. I don't know how I'll handle it. I've never seen any of my pets be put to sleep, I've always left the room or stayed in the car. Originally, I was going to have Karen just take her into work and send me the bill... but I thought about it. I want Patches to know that I was there for her 'til the end. I don't want her to die in the arms of a stranger in an unfamiliar place. I want to be the last person she sees, the last she purrs for.
I hate saying goodbye to my best friends.
I hate saying goodbye to my best friends.