I Had To Let Her Go Options

[Golden327]

Last night, after my cat had stopped eating for a few days, I decided to take her to the vet. She refused to eat anything I put in front of her, even a piece of turkey which a week before she would have begged me for. When I took her in, it was evident that it was over. She had kidney failure and heart disease. She couldn't make it anymore.
My poor Butterscotch. It's the hardest thing I ever had to do, handing her to the vet and saying goodbye. Mentally she was still there and I just ache wondering whether she knew what was happening. I just hope she wasn't angry at me for taking her there. She was just in too much pain.
I've had her since I was six, since first grade. I'm 24 now and she's been with me for every important thing I've ever went through. Every memory I have, includes her. I don't know how to get through this. I cry so much because everywhere I look reminds me of her. Every sound I hear, I look, thinking it's her.
We have a golden Retriever also, and i feel that she is confused. She wants to know where her buddy of 13 years is.
My kitty gave me so much joy over the years and I love her so much. I found this site while I was crying tonight. I've lost a pet before, but never one who I had been through so much with. She was always there when I came home, and always crawling on my lap when I needed her. I miss her warmth.
One of the hardest things is that the man that I am in love with is allergic to cats. I'm afraid that I'll never be able to fill the void that she left behind. Not that I would want to replace her.... but it's hard, when I'm such a cat person.

[kimberlyheide]

Kendra,

I understand what you are going thru. I lost my favorite cat Bubba last december to cancer, he was 14 1/2. I usually stay with my babies when they have had to be put to sleep, but with Bubba the vet wanted to do exploratory surgery to see what exactly was going on. Bubba got ill so fast that he was declining so fast that there was not alot of time for tests. I knew in my heart that he was never going to wake up from the surgery so I told him how much I loved him. 1 hour after we left the vet, I got the call that told me he had cancer and he needed to be put to rest. I gave my permission. Do I have second thoughts on this? every day I think of how I could have done things differently, and how I should have been there till the end. The outcome still would have been the same, leaving me with a broken heart and missing him horribly. It is all a part of this grieving process. I know that our babies loved us unconditionally as we loved them. We did not let them down. Our love for them is such a strong bond and I don't think that it ends in death. They are still with us in spirit.

My thoughts are with you,

kim