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Had to put my 17 yrs old cat to sleep can't stop crying miss her so much.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.So sorry for you. Been there. Shall never forget carrying my 20-yr-old ginger, 'Skimble,' to the vet's (inside my jacket in case he got cold). Spending a fortune and worrying like mad about transporting current 14-yr-old back to UK at the moment. It is such a privilege to be loved and trusted by a cat, be comforted by that - but she will never quite go away from you. A hug from me to you.
Whenever we care for something, or somebody, there is pain waiting at the end of it.
That's the agreement we enter into when we first embark on a relationship with our pets, but that knowledge never ever eases the pain when the time comes to part.
You must remember the good times, and remember that although it would have been easier to let her hang on, and avoid the pain you now have, you loved her enough to do the right thing for her, and give her the peace she deserves, even though it hurt you so much to do it.
If she was able to talk, she would have thanked you for stopping her pain, for loving her enough to let her go, even though you wanted her to stay.
When the raw grief blunts a little over the days and months, that is the thought you must keep with you - you loved her enough to let her go, and you cannot love any pet more than that.
That's the agreement we enter into when we first embark on a relationship with our pets, but that knowledge never ever eases the pain when the time comes to part.
You must remember the good times, and remember that although it would have been easier to let her hang on, and avoid the pain you now have, you loved her enough to do the right thing for her, and give her the peace she deserves, even though it hurt you so much to do it.
If she was able to talk, she would have thanked you for stopping her pain, for loving her enough to let her go, even though you wanted her to stay.
When the raw grief blunts a little over the days and months, that is the thought you must keep with you - you loved her enough to let her go, and you cannot love any pet more than that.
My first cat, Poobag o.c, died when she was 10 from cat Leukaemia/Aids on New Year's Eve. My second cat, Stubby lasted till he was 15, but had had a heart murmur for quite a long time. He also died on New Year's Eve. I still miss them both terribly. You'll always remember their mannerisms, their voices and their 'little ways' of getting your attention. They never really leave us. Be thankful that they chose you to spend their lives with and cherish the memories.