That's a good thing. Once the appetite goes, you know it's time.
I know. I remember.
I wish I had been able to do that but I didn't really expect to have to put her down when I went to the vet, and I don't think that service is offered in the town I live in. I at least got to spend some time with her alone to try and calm her down. I even got a little tail wag during that time.
Yeah, it's awkward "liking" these type of posts. Maybe @Reality can add an "acknowledged" button.
That sucks. I put a horse down a few years ago and I cried like a baby. My dog is like a kid to us. Salud!
Sorry to hear, I'm sure it hurts. I've lost several pets over the years, it was tough when I was a kid. Got easier for a while, but it gets harder as I get older.Lost our Natasha early this morning...
She was actually our daughter's cat, but she spent a good chunk of her life with us while my daughter was deployed.
My daughter and her husband moved back east near us about a year and half ago.
"Natasha" was the perfect name for her. She was a beautiful cat with a little bit of an "I'm the Queen" attitude which rubbed my son-in-law the wrong way, so we ended up with her.
Natasha was a Katrina-cat who was moved from the New Orleans' area during the hurricane. She ended up at a shelter in the DC area during the time my daughter was stationed there.
The rest is history as they say.
Like the original post in this thread, Natasha was full of life until about the last month, when it seems her kidneys started to fail. She lost weight, lost her will to eat and yesterday her mobility. But we kept her on our laps and she passed peacefully before dawn this morning.
Our house is sadder and already emptier without her.
Yeah, I'm the same way. It was easier when I was a younger adult but I'm finding it harder to deal with as I get older. We have another 11-year-old dog and a 15-year-old cat and I'm dreading what is coming.
I'm sorry for your loss, brother. Obviously you didn't feel the same way your son-in-law did, fortunately for Natasha.Lost our Natasha early this morning...
She was actually our daughter's cat, but she spent a good chunk of her life with us while my daughter was deployed.
My daughter and her husband moved back east near us about a year and half ago.
"Natasha" was the perfect name for her. She was a beautiful cat with a little bit of an "I'm the Queen" attitude which rubbed my son-in-law the wrong way, so we ended up with her.
Natasha was a Katrina-cat who was moved from the New Orleans' area during the hurricane. She ended up at a shelter in the DC area during the time my daughter was stationed there.
The rest is history as they say.
Like the original post in this thread, Natasha was full of life until about the last month, when it seems her kidneys started to fail. She lost weight, lost her will to eat and yesterday her mobility. But we kept her on our laps and she passed peacefully before dawn this morning.
Our house is sadder and already emptier without her.
