Villy's story is here:
http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=200535
Yesterday Villy was breathing really quickly - she was taking 37 breaths per minute, to Roxy's 17. I called the vet and he said to bring her in right away.
When we got there he listened to her chest and he couldn't even hear her heart sounds because her chest cavity was so full of fluid.
We had the option of going for more surgery, which may or may not have worked. She had low grade heart disease as well as chylothorax.
I've kept looking into her eyes and she looked tired. I let her out yesterday morning and she had a mooch about the garden. She even managed to jump over the gate, climb under the neighbours van and get all dusty. She enjoyed the feel of the sunshine on her fur and the grass under her paws. She smelled all the things in the garden. I took her back in after around 15 minutes as I didn't want her to get too tired.
She was exhausted. I carried her upstairs to the litter tray as I knew she would have needed to go and hadn't. She hopped right in. She used to hate being picked up but she let me carry her.
When I was at the vets I made the decision to let her be peaceful. It was the hardest decision I've ever made.
She's 11, perhaps, we don't know for sure. I couldn't bear to see her suffer any more. She wasn't having the normal catty life that she deserved, she's just been able to sit on the bed, or the sofa. She's been ill for almost 8 weeks now. The surgery may have worked, and the heart disease may not have troubled her, for maybe 4 years, or it may not have worked and we may have been in the same situation in a couple of weeks.
My vet was brilliant, he came in from home and talked it all through with me. He would support whichever decision I made. He wieghed up the options. I felt as though everything we'd done over the last 8 weeks was in vain, but at least we tried. Did I let her suffer too long? Or not try long enough? I'll never know.
The vet laid Villy on her towel on my lap, he put an injection in her leg, we both stroked her and I held her as she had the first injection to flush out the catheter, then the next was the anasthetic. She simply fell asleep, peaceful and dignified. He left her on my lap for a few minutes then wrapped her in her towel, put her in her carrier and took her away.
I don't know what to do with her body. I live in a rented house so might not be here for long. I thought about getting her cremated, then putting her in a big pot and planting a rose on top. I don't know.
When the vet put the anasthetic through I wanted to shout out no no no stop, take it out, bring her back.
I want my baby back. I can't believe I'll never hear her beautiful voice again, or feel her fur, or stroke her, or rub her belly, or hear her purr.
I fed her some of her favourite food yesterday, I can't believe I'll never do that again.
I miss my baby. She's gone because of my decision. At least she's comfortable now and can breathe freely again.
This is the hardest thing I've ever done.
Roxy is alone now, I think she knows. She's a bit sad. I'm giving her lots of love. We're comforting each other.
I love you Villy, you were the most amazing cat. The four years we had together were amazing. You are so special, you didn't deserve to suffer at all. You only deserve happiness. Be happy my baby, we've been through so much together, you've carried me through the hard times, and I wish I could have saved you. You will be in my heart forever.
http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=200535
Yesterday Villy was breathing really quickly - she was taking 37 breaths per minute, to Roxy's 17. I called the vet and he said to bring her in right away.
When we got there he listened to her chest and he couldn't even hear her heart sounds because her chest cavity was so full of fluid.
We had the option of going for more surgery, which may or may not have worked. She had low grade heart disease as well as chylothorax.
I've kept looking into her eyes and she looked tired. I let her out yesterday morning and she had a mooch about the garden. She even managed to jump over the gate, climb under the neighbours van and get all dusty. She enjoyed the feel of the sunshine on her fur and the grass under her paws. She smelled all the things in the garden. I took her back in after around 15 minutes as I didn't want her to get too tired.
She was exhausted. I carried her upstairs to the litter tray as I knew she would have needed to go and hadn't. She hopped right in. She used to hate being picked up but she let me carry her.
When I was at the vets I made the decision to let her be peaceful. It was the hardest decision I've ever made.
She's 11, perhaps, we don't know for sure. I couldn't bear to see her suffer any more. She wasn't having the normal catty life that she deserved, she's just been able to sit on the bed, or the sofa. She's been ill for almost 8 weeks now. The surgery may have worked, and the heart disease may not have troubled her, for maybe 4 years, or it may not have worked and we may have been in the same situation in a couple of weeks.
My vet was brilliant, he came in from home and talked it all through with me. He would support whichever decision I made. He wieghed up the options. I felt as though everything we'd done over the last 8 weeks was in vain, but at least we tried. Did I let her suffer too long? Or not try long enough? I'll never know.
The vet laid Villy on her towel on my lap, he put an injection in her leg, we both stroked her and I held her as she had the first injection to flush out the catheter, then the next was the anasthetic. She simply fell asleep, peaceful and dignified. He left her on my lap for a few minutes then wrapped her in her towel, put her in her carrier and took her away.
I don't know what to do with her body. I live in a rented house so might not be here for long. I thought about getting her cremated, then putting her in a big pot and planting a rose on top. I don't know.
When the vet put the anasthetic through I wanted to shout out no no no stop, take it out, bring her back.
I want my baby back. I can't believe I'll never hear her beautiful voice again, or feel her fur, or stroke her, or rub her belly, or hear her purr.
I fed her some of her favourite food yesterday, I can't believe I'll never do that again.
I miss my baby. She's gone because of my decision. At least she's comfortable now and can breathe freely again.
This is the hardest thing I've ever done.
Roxy is alone now, I think she knows. She's a bit sad. I'm giving her lots of love. We're comforting each other.
I love you Villy, you were the most amazing cat. The four years we had together were amazing. You are so special, you didn't deserve to suffer at all. You only deserve happiness. Be happy my baby, we've been through so much together, you've carried me through the hard times, and I wish I could have saved you. You will be in my heart forever.
I did not want to see this 
I am SO sorry, you did all you could 
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