I had to put my cat to sleep a few days ago. The day of and the day after, were devastating. Now I'm almost okay, it feels too easy?
She was very old when she passed and had CKD, and a lot of other issues. The passing itself was traumatic. It was horrible, it didn't look like the peaceful passing that I wanted for her, but I believe she didn't feel the bad parts. I read ahead of time that some things can happen (convulsions and things like that) and that they don't feel it, but I will talk to our vet about what I saw. The vet who did the home euthanasia was not our usual vet and it felt kind of rushed. I had it done as an emergency, called them and they came same day. And at some points, I didn't say anything at the time, but he could have been more gentle with her. Like when she was sedated and he was tying the thing around her leg to put the needle in, the back of his hand accidentally smacked her on the head. And when it was over, I was coming back to fill out a form after washing my hands, and I could hear her body hit the bottom of the carrier when he put her there.
I prepared months in advance, anti-nausea and gabapentin ready, and a plan. I thought a lot about being objective and not dragging it out when it was time, so that she didn't suffer needlessly. There was a lot of anticipatory grief, not just in the final months but for several years, with terminal diagnosis and all the issues that came up along the way. I couldn't imagine a world after her. At the end I think I did everything right and made the call at the right time, not early not late. And I gave her a good peaceful life for the part of it she lived with me, never yelled at her or anything like that, so I don't have those kinds of regrets (except I wish I kept the home cleaner so that she lived in a clean place... but nothing about the way I treated her, it was always with love).
When she was gone I was very clinical about things. Took melatonin to get sleep to help my brain process the trauma. The day of I didn't eat, but the day after I made food for several days. Cleaned a lot and kept my mind busy. I cried a lot on the day of and the day after, now I still cry some but I don't feel the grief as deeply as I thought I would. I even walked around my apartment thinking of how I would arrange it for fostering.
I'm just really confused about my reaction and why I'm not feeling more, and guilty for not feeling more. It can't possibly be that I didn't love her enough. I loved her very much, she was my best friend and baby. So I don't know why I'm not more devastated right now. Maybe it's some kind of trauma response to the euthanasia, I don't know. Has anyone else experienced this? I was googling but most pet loss articles describe grief a lot harder than this.
She was very old when she passed and had CKD, and a lot of other issues. The passing itself was traumatic. It was horrible, it didn't look like the peaceful passing that I wanted for her, but I believe she didn't feel the bad parts. I read ahead of time that some things can happen (convulsions and things like that) and that they don't feel it, but I will talk to our vet about what I saw. The vet who did the home euthanasia was not our usual vet and it felt kind of rushed. I had it done as an emergency, called them and they came same day. And at some points, I didn't say anything at the time, but he could have been more gentle with her. Like when she was sedated and he was tying the thing around her leg to put the needle in, the back of his hand accidentally smacked her on the head. And when it was over, I was coming back to fill out a form after washing my hands, and I could hear her body hit the bottom of the carrier when he put her there.
I prepared months in advance, anti-nausea and gabapentin ready, and a plan. I thought a lot about being objective and not dragging it out when it was time, so that she didn't suffer needlessly. There was a lot of anticipatory grief, not just in the final months but for several years, with terminal diagnosis and all the issues that came up along the way. I couldn't imagine a world after her. At the end I think I did everything right and made the call at the right time, not early not late. And I gave her a good peaceful life for the part of it she lived with me, never yelled at her or anything like that, so I don't have those kinds of regrets (except I wish I kept the home cleaner so that she lived in a clean place... but nothing about the way I treated her, it was always with love).
When she was gone I was very clinical about things. Took melatonin to get sleep to help my brain process the trauma. The day of I didn't eat, but the day after I made food for several days. Cleaned a lot and kept my mind busy. I cried a lot on the day of and the day after, now I still cry some but I don't feel the grief as deeply as I thought I would. I even walked around my apartment thinking of how I would arrange it for fostering.
I'm just really confused about my reaction and why I'm not feeling more, and guilty for not feeling more. It can't possibly be that I didn't love her enough. I loved her very much, she was my best friend and baby. So I don't know why I'm not more devastated right now. Maybe it's some kind of trauma response to the euthanasia, I don't know. Has anyone else experienced this? I was googling but most pet loss articles describe grief a lot harder than this.