She has cancer and I have been out of town all week with my husband taking care of her (and the rest) and her cancer has grown (injection site sarcoma) and is open and she only comes up once a day and eats very little. I know it is time but I am so sad. He will wait for me to come home so we can take her together, even if it means we have to go to the emergency vet.
Midnight is a feral cat who we lured into the house during a snowstorm at least 10 years ago. She primarily lives in the basement, plays with the other cats, sleeps with them and once a year we would trap her and take her to the vet for shots and exam. What bothers me is a comment my son made--he said "it is probably a relief for her she probably hated her life inside". He was not trying to be mean but speaking from what he thought was her point of view. That broke my heart. She never tried to get outside but were we wrong to keep her? We honestly thought that providing her with food, warmth, a bed, buddies, medical treatment and safety was what was the right thing. She is about 15 or 16 years old and I don't think she would have lived as long outside. I am so sad.
Midnight is a feral cat who we lured into the house during a snowstorm at least 10 years ago. She primarily lives in the basement, plays with the other cats, sleeps with them and once a year we would trap her and take her to the vet for shots and exam. What bothers me is a comment my son made--he said "it is probably a relief for her she probably hated her life inside". He was not trying to be mean but speaking from what he thought was her point of view. That broke my heart. She never tried to get outside but were we wrong to keep her? We honestly thought that providing her with food, warmth, a bed, buddies, medical treatment and safety was what was the right thing. She is about 15 or 16 years old and I don't think she would have lived as long outside. I am so sad.