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I still can't believe my big boy's gone. I keep calling out to him, just to realize that he's not here anymore. I've decided to keep one of the stray kittens to keep Chemul company. There's one that I'm quite attached to. Chemul keeps wandering around in a daze, looking for him.
I keep wondering if I made the right decision. On one side, I wish I would have put him through more tests, that maybe it was something curable, but on the other side, he would have had to be locked in a cage until we determined what it was, and that would seem like an eternity to him, which isn't fair.
This is an awful feeling. Now I know what dog owners feel like when they have to put down their dog down because its too aggressive.
My poor, poor boy.
I keep wondering if I made the right decision. On one side, I wish I would have put him through more tests, that maybe it was something curable, but on the other side, he would have had to be locked in a cage until we determined what it was, and that would seem like an eternity to him, which isn't fair.
This is an awful feeling. Now I know what dog owners feel like when they have to put down their dog down because its too aggressive.
My poor, poor boy.