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So, I can't stop crying and throwing up. Maybe posting about this will help to get it off my mind. Our beloved cat Snuggles was 18 years old and failing. She was super skinny, nothing but fur & bones. Drinking lots of water and stopped using her litter box. We put down pee pads & she sometimes would use those. Stopped eating cat food & has been living on small amounts of meat baby food. Started to meow randomly for no apparent reason so we thought she was hurting. We were dreading taking her to the vets because she became so freaked out in her carrier & a car ride. We were about to do that but then I saw in a local post for a lost and found animal group on FB that they knew of a retired vet that would come to your home. We foolishly thought "Yay, answered prayer" Got in touch with her and had to wait a week for her to come out. As you know once you've made that decision, it's very hard to worry & anticipate the inevitable. So Monday evening was the time. The woman arrives in our house about 80 years old, could hardly make it out of her car, looking very discombobulated. Said she had some stuff in her car that she needed help bringing in. My husband went out and no joke, she spent 15 minutes searching her car. I was going crazy inside with anxiety. Then she came inside & poured the contents of her bag onto the kitchen table and spent another 15 minutes searching FOR HER KEYS TO HER MEDICATION LOCKBOX!!! By then my poor kitty was wandering around wondering what was up. I had closed the bedroom doors so she wouldn't hide. Couldn't find her keys so my husband opened the box without breaking it. Another ten min. was spent with her looking for the correct syringe & needles. She was really struggling with filling the syringe because she COULDN'T SEE! Honestly, it seemed like forever. She said it was because the liquid was thick but actually she kept missing the place to insert the needle to draw off the med. When she said she was ready, I picked up Snugs & held her. She was really scared & I had to hold her tight. She was wriggling & crying so much. Then the "dr" injected her in her rear leg which was supposed to quickly relax her. well, Snuggles proceeded to fight being held for another 10 min. When she finally relaxed a little, the vet had me lay her down & hold her still. And then (here is the really horrific part) comes at her with a 4 inch needle. I thought, huh? We have had other pets euthanized at the vets office & they always put an injection in their veins. Very peaceful. Not this. That quack took that needle & inserted into Snuggles chest. I said "OMG, what are you doing, are you putting that in her heart?" And she said yes, that's how she does it. We could not believe what was happening. Snuggles might have been a little sleepy but NO, she was not asleep! I'll spare everyone more details. But it wasn't working & the dr. then gave her a second injection into her heart. I was panicking, thinking I should stop this, take her to the emergency vet place or something. Well, all in all I guess the torture lasted about 40 minutes. I am not exaggerating, this woman said "These are her last breaths" five times. It was sooo awful.
So, that was Monday night and I still can't get over it. I feel so guilty and I failed my baby girl when she depended on me and needed me the most. I should have asked this woman more questions on the phone. I should have stopped it from even happening when I saw all the red flags showing me how incompetent she was.
This is triggering all kinds of anxiety for me. Not that this is comparable in the least but a short background. Four years ago my 19 year oldonly child Luke was tragically killed in a freak camping accident. We spent 2 days in the ICU before taking him off life support so he could be an organ donor. It has been such a struggle to deal with that loss. I've been on antidepressants & seeing a counselor for 3 years. For the last year I haven't been doing either and thought I was feeling pretty good. The grief you will always have with you but you have to learn to live with it. BUT NOW THIS!!!
For any that read this through to the end, I sincerely thank you. I know it was a lot but I really needed to share this and get it out. And if any of you pray, I could certainly use that as well. I really appreciate it.
E!
So, that was Monday night and I still can't get over it. I feel so guilty and I failed my baby girl when she depended on me and needed me the most. I should have asked this woman more questions on the phone. I should have stopped it from even happening when I saw all the red flags showing me how incompetent she was.
This is triggering all kinds of anxiety for me. Not that this is comparable in the least but a short background. Four years ago my 19 year oldonly child Luke was tragically killed in a freak camping accident. We spent 2 days in the ICU before taking him off life support so he could be an organ donor. It has been such a struggle to deal with that loss. I've been on antidepressants & seeing a counselor for 3 years. For the last year I haven't been doing either and thought I was feeling pretty good. The grief you will always have with you but you have to learn to live with it. BUT NOW THIS!!!
For any that read this through to the end, I sincerely thank you. I know it was a lot but I really needed to share this and get it out. And if any of you pray, I could certainly use that as well. I really appreciate it.
E!