Help. I have to put my cat down.

I feel so sad for you.  It is a hard decision to make.  My STicker was the same way.  She would sit in my lap after chemo and I would brush her. We had to  make the decision because she was in kidney failure, was 18 yrs old and had arthritis ( couldn't jump anymore).  My DIL is a vet tech and did it for us at the office.  Still so very sad....I know what you are going through......

CS - I'm so sorry you have to deal with this. We had to put our beloved 20 year old corgi down after my chemo second treatment, and our beloved 20 year old Manx kitty died after my 3rd treatment, and had she not died that night, we were planning on taking her in the next day. 

Only you can make this decision, but if she truly is suffering, it's far better for her to humanely end that suffering.  Take her in, hold her and talk with her the whole time, and let her last memories be of being held by her beloved owner.  It's going to be terrible for you, but I think later you'll feel better that you did right by her. 

It was terribly hard to make the decision to put down the corgi, but now, three years later, I know I made the right decision to put his needs above my own.  And in a way I feel guilty that we didn't take the Manx kitty in a few days earlier to spare her those hours in which she suffered. You obviously love Whiskey very much - I think that you'll find the courage to make the right decision for her. 

Sending you hugs on this rough day.  

I am so sorry that you are having to face this.  I had to put my 17 year old siamese down about 18 months ago.  I had not been diagnosed with BC yet but he was my devoted companion during the loss of both parents and the unexpected loss of my only sibling.  When my brother died I discovered a tumor in my calf, before being identified as benign it was a much more dire prognosis than my current BC.  I had the tumor removed and that cat was the best nurse ever, he never left my side.  We adored each other, my children don't remember a time without him.  This may creep some people out - but I did have him cremated and I have his ashes.  They are in a little box with a sweet picture of him in front of it.  He is still with me and I acknowledge him every day.  Knowing I could do this made it easier for me to do the right thing for him when he became too ill.  My vet was awesome, they were very gentle and caring.  I was willing to do anything to save him, but there came a sudden turning point when I realized that was my wish, not his.  I know this is hard, but you know it is the right thing to do.

ohhh, hugs to you! I've had to put down every pet I have ever had..it stinks. It is the worst...I feel your pain and am so sorry! Hang in there and whatever you decide, will be what is best for your beloved kitty. good luck to you! 

So sorry.  I had to make that decision about 6 months ago, about a year after treatment ended.  It was SOOOO hard, but it was the right thing to do.  I echo what others have said - she was such a good dog that I felt it was the least I could do for her.  Keeping her around longer would have been for me, not her. 

Oh CS, I feel so bad for you - I know how hard this is. In March, my 12-yr-old Molly (gray tabby) got very sick, and her bloodwork showed kidney failure. I came home from the vet with subcutaneous hydration, antibiotics and special food, but still had to eventually put her to sleep. It was so hard - I held her when they gave her the shot, and she just went to sleep.

Like Laurie said, you'll know what is best for Whiskey. It will be terribly hard, but she trusts you to take care of her.

cs34, (((((hugs))))) to you.  I know just how heartbreaking it was for you to have to do that ... the pain is so intense it leaves you breathless.  But you did it because you loved her unselfishly and you were being a responsible parent.

I thought it would kill me both times we had to put our cats down.  I couldn't sleep for days.  I could barely breathe.  But in time, the pain gets less.  You always remember them with sadness and you never stop missing them, but it does get manageable.

And as far as a new pet goes, you love them for their individual personalities, not "in spite" of the fact that they're not your beloved lost pet.  Forrest isn't Spotty or Puffy, but he's his own silly little special boy, who somersaults into my stomach to snuggle (not kidding!) instead of lying up by my head and watching my eyes to make sure I go to sleep.  I love him just as much as I loved Spotty and Puffy -- and I love that he is his own little man.  They don't have to be reflections of your lost pet -- they are their own eminently lovable, funny, strange little fur-selves with their own little quirks and ways that they love you.

Hugs to you ... I know this is a hard, hard time.

L

cs34 I decided I would not have another pet after going through the same thing but a month later this little furball appeared.My daughter insisted she needed to be rescued from the shelter. We are now unseperateable.She will never replace my gump but she is already a part of my heart.