Today at about 1:20 we euthanized our pet tabby Arthur. He was diagnosed a couple of months ago with IMHA, and his immune system was slowly destroying his red blood cells. He was lethargic to the point of unconsciousness. The corticosteroid treatments worked for a few weeks, but his immune system would not stay suppressed and began, once again, to destroy his own blood.
The last few days he was almost comatose - rarely even acknowledging my presence. Yesterday he actually came over to me as I sat on the couch, laid at my feet, and when I didn't immediately pick him up (I thought he might like a break from the constant attention), he lost his patience and jumped up onto my lap for the final time.
Our vet was wonderful, but even though I've had this happen before, my heart is aching like an open wound. I forgot completely how much this hurts. It seems like my soul is torn in half.
Would everyone who reads this please say a small prayer that Arthur finds his way to whatever afterlife awaits us all? I like to think that one day I'll close my eyes and wake up surrounded by the ones who have passed on before.
Good night Arthur baby. Good boy.