My cat passed away on Jan 29, 2011; he was only 6.
He was rushed to the hospital in Dec 2010 when he developed blood clot on his left arm. The doctor said the prognosis wasn't good and he would've support us if we decided to put him down. We didn't give up on him so we took him home and nurtured him back to health. His condition improved, and we thought he'll live for at least for 1 more year.
Few days ago, his conditioned worsen and couldn't breath. We took him to the hospital and the doctor said if this was his cat, he'd put him down.
We decided to put him down. I was feeling fine, partly because I was accompanied by my mom, sister, and my friend. I probably didn't realize what was going on at that moment when I signed the paper.
Now, reality sets in and sadness is starting to creep in. I feel guilty. I can still remember the look on his face when he was on the oxygen mask.
I know there is nothing I can do to change the fact. I just hope that he's happier now.
He was rushed to the hospital in Dec 2010 when he developed blood clot on his left arm. The doctor said the prognosis wasn't good and he would've support us if we decided to put him down. We didn't give up on him so we took him home and nurtured him back to health. His condition improved, and we thought he'll live for at least for 1 more year.
Few days ago, his conditioned worsen and couldn't breath. We took him to the hospital and the doctor said if this was his cat, he'd put him down.
We decided to put him down. I was feeling fine, partly because I was accompanied by my mom, sister, and my friend. I probably didn't realize what was going on at that moment when I signed the paper.
Now, reality sets in and sadness is starting to creep in. I feel guilty. I can still remember the look on his face when he was on the oxygen mask.
I know there is nothing I can do to change the fact. I just hope that he's happier now.