I did the saddest thing I've ever had to do today. Chynna was euthanized today.
Her health has been declining over the last several months. She had end stage renal failure and hyperthyroidism. And while she was still a very loving kitty and pooped and peed and drank, she was barely eating and was wasting away. I could see her getting thinner and weaker each day and it was taking her a few tries to jump up on the couch. Plus she had started to throw up 3 to 4 times per day and she was losing hair by the handful.
Last week I had decided that this would be our last summer together. But over that time I've had time to think and re-evaluate my decision.
17 years ago or so, someone had abandoned Chynna in the stairwell of a building I was living in at the time. The security guards cared for her and tried to find her home, but no one claimed her after a week so they put her outside the building which was sandwiched between 2 major traffic/truck routes. I found her the next morning and took her in with every intention of taking her to the Humane Society that evening after work. However, that never happened. When I got home she was sound asleep on the foot of my bed and when I picked her up she purred and put her front legs around my neck and hugged my neck and proceeded to give me tons of nose kisses and head butts. She had picked me as her special person. The rest is history.
She was the best kitty I've ever had. She was a social butterfly and very laid back. Never once did she scratch me or bite me or scratch up my furniture. And she was a real love-bug!! Yes, sometimes her loving personality could be too much because if she had her way, I would have been carrying her around 24/7 with the exception of delivering her to the food/water dish and litter and then picking her right back up again.
I promised her from the very start that I would never let her suffer and that I would let her go while she still had her kitty dignity. I didn't want her last memories or mine, to be of her sick and struggling to live because I couldn't let her go.
Her favourite doctor was there, Dr. Worb. She really loved him. They were very respectful and gentle.
Goodnight my beautiful girl! Chynna, thank you for choosing me as your special person! It was an honour having had you as part of my life. I'll miss you, but my heart will always remember what a wonderful and special kitty you were. And I know while you couldn't understand why Abby was so afraid of you, I know she will be missing you in her own way too.
Here are 2 pictures of her from 3 years ago.
EDIT: I posted pictures, but they don't seem to be showing up. Here are links to the images:
http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/i...ca/Chynna2.jpg
http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/i...ca/Chynna1.jpg
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Her health has been declining over the last several months. She had end stage renal failure and hyperthyroidism. And while she was still a very loving kitty and pooped and peed and drank, she was barely eating and was wasting away. I could see her getting thinner and weaker each day and it was taking her a few tries to jump up on the couch. Plus she had started to throw up 3 to 4 times per day and she was losing hair by the handful.
Last week I had decided that this would be our last summer together. But over that time I've had time to think and re-evaluate my decision.
17 years ago or so, someone had abandoned Chynna in the stairwell of a building I was living in at the time. The security guards cared for her and tried to find her home, but no one claimed her after a week so they put her outside the building which was sandwiched between 2 major traffic/truck routes. I found her the next morning and took her in with every intention of taking her to the Humane Society that evening after work. However, that never happened. When I got home she was sound asleep on the foot of my bed and when I picked her up she purred and put her front legs around my neck and hugged my neck and proceeded to give me tons of nose kisses and head butts. She had picked me as her special person. The rest is history.
She was the best kitty I've ever had. She was a social butterfly and very laid back. Never once did she scratch me or bite me or scratch up my furniture. And she was a real love-bug!! Yes, sometimes her loving personality could be too much because if she had her way, I would have been carrying her around 24/7 with the exception of delivering her to the food/water dish and litter and then picking her right back up again.
I promised her from the very start that I would never let her suffer and that I would let her go while she still had her kitty dignity. I didn't want her last memories or mine, to be of her sick and struggling to live because I couldn't let her go.
Her favourite doctor was there, Dr. Worb. She really loved him. They were very respectful and gentle.
Goodnight my beautiful girl! Chynna, thank you for choosing me as your special person! It was an honour having had you as part of my life. I'll miss you, but my heart will always remember what a wonderful and special kitty you were. And I know while you couldn't understand why Abby was so afraid of you, I know she will be missing you in her own way too.
Here are 2 pictures of her from 3 years ago.
EDIT: I posted pictures, but they don't seem to be showing up. Here are links to the images:
http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/i...ca/Chynna2.jpg
http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/i...ca/Chynna1.jpg
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on their way to comfort you, Linda.
