|Micky reclining on the sofa several years ago|
When an aged beloved animal friend begins to decline, eventually a decision will need to be made. I made the decision to euthanize Micky on Friday, July 6th. It was not an easy decision, but it was the right one. Micky showed signs of kidney failure in early spring. We changed his diet and pumped him with fluids. The fluids helped Mick's kidneys to function the best they could -- he needed them every day.
But, Thursday night Micky looked really bad. The once roly-poly Garfield-look-alike was a skeleton. I brought him to the Washington Animal Rescue League Animal Medical Center first thing Friday morning. I knew we were out of time. I have the good fortune of working with the kindest, most caring group of people assembled anywhere. We collectively decided to pump Micky with fluids and give him an appetite stimulant -- that way he could eat one last really good meal. And, he did. I found a really stinky can of something that claimed to be "ocean delight" and Micky ate it. He purred, too. He was feeling better. But the good feeling wouldn't last. Maybe a day, maybe less. And, when Micky, who was always a solid 12-pounder barely registered on the scale at less than 6 pounds, I knew that we could not buy any more time. I'm not going to anthropomorphize (big word that means projecting human thoughts and feelings onto my cat) but I know that Micky was feeling really crummy and there was no hope of him feeling better. He wasn't happy getting fluids and didn't feel like eating. So, I made the decision to euthanize Micky that afternoon after a really nice day. He was in one of his favorite spots, my office, with one of his favorite people, Max.
|Micky in my office several|
Oh Debbie, I'm so sorry. But you know you did the right thing for your old man. And we couldn't ask for better people to help us when we know the time has come. He gave and got a ton of love, and it doesn't get much better than that! Sending you a hug! MeganReplyDelete