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I've had cats most of my life, but admittedly most of my childhood cats didn't stay with us to a ripe old age. Some ran away, some had accidents, some died of disease, one just died out of the blue. I graduated and moved away years before the oldest one kicked the bucket, so I didn't witness the death or the lead up to it.
I've always had this vision that one day, I'll get up in the morning and find my cat Rascal dead in a corner. No muss, no fuss. I'd have her cremated and own a new cat by the weekend.
It's not working out that way.
Rascal has been battling constipation for years, and it's taken a major turn for the worse in 2022. She's lost a lot of weight, and at present she hasn't pooped for several weeks.
I've tried everything I can think of diet-wise. I've spent thousands on vet visits. I've personally gone up her butt with forceps. I've tried some human squeeze-tube enemas that don't appear to have worked. This morning I noticed Pet-emas back in stock so I ordered some. Maybe they'll work. We'll see.
I could blow money on another vet visit, and she might be fine for a month, but then this will happen again because it always happens again.
The smell of her condition, as well as her tendency to leave "butt-prints" everywhere is starting to affect the quality of life for other members of the household. In bed this morning, I declared that I "can't fix old age" so I'll do the right thing and have her euthanized next week.
But how can I? However little eats, she's still Rascal. I gave her a bath this morning, and she was pissed off at me like always. She's currently sitting in my lap as I type this.
Sometimes I look at her and think she's got one foot in the grave. Other times, she perks up and acts fully alive. I don't know what to do here. When the onsite vet shows up to give her the "kill shot" she's going to try and scratch his eyes out. She's not wearing a t-shirt that says "I want to die."
Sorry for the rant. I just needed to get some thoughts out. Rascal is about 15, in case you're wondering.
I've always had this vision that one day, I'll get up in the morning and find my cat Rascal dead in a corner. No muss, no fuss. I'd have her cremated and own a new cat by the weekend.
It's not working out that way.
Rascal has been battling constipation for years, and it's taken a major turn for the worse in 2022. She's lost a lot of weight, and at present she hasn't pooped for several weeks.
I've tried everything I can think of diet-wise. I've spent thousands on vet visits. I've personally gone up her butt with forceps. I've tried some human squeeze-tube enemas that don't appear to have worked. This morning I noticed Pet-emas back in stock so I ordered some. Maybe they'll work. We'll see.
I could blow money on another vet visit, and she might be fine for a month, but then this will happen again because it always happens again.
The smell of her condition, as well as her tendency to leave "butt-prints" everywhere is starting to affect the quality of life for other members of the household. In bed this morning, I declared that I "can't fix old age" so I'll do the right thing and have her euthanized next week.
But how can I? However little eats, she's still Rascal. I gave her a bath this morning, and she was pissed off at me like always. She's currently sitting in my lap as I type this.
Sometimes I look at her and think she's got one foot in the grave. Other times, she perks up and acts fully alive. I don't know what to do here. When the onsite vet shows up to give her the "kill shot" she's going to try and scratch his eyes out. She's not wearing a t-shirt that says "I want to die."
Sorry for the rant. I just needed to get some thoughts out. Rascal is about 15, in case you're wondering.