You did the right thing for your beloved cat. When I discovered my Meesha had not been feeding herself, not jumping up as she loved to, and other behavior showing acute pain (she had a chronic illness that had reached crisis level), I tried to give her one more time of comfort in the sunshine, in the outdoors she had thrived in. But she could barely hold her head up, could not walk, and was in such pain--obviously--that she cried softly and looked miserable.
When I asked my partner to hold her as I looked for a suitable blanket or towel to wrap her in, the pain apparently overwhelmed her, and she bit my partner. It was an uncharacteristic moment for a sweet, loving cat that had never been anything but affectionate to humans. I took it as a sign that I should no longer attempt to delay rushing her to the vet.
I am sharing this to show that sometimes, no meaningful, last shared moments are possible--so forgive yourself. Sometimes, the greatest comfort we can give--the most selfless gift--is to release our adored pet from the pain and suffering. I am thankful instead to know that my love allowed Meesha to live many happy days in the sunshine, roaming the fields she loved, until she could go on no longer.
The day after Otis has gone from my life by: Judy B. Otis' Mom
Today is not any easier than yesterday. When I was able to sleep for short naps during the night, my last thought before sleep was of Otis, and the first when I awakened. Then came the long empty tears again as I remembered that Otis is no longer with me.
I seem to be unable to get past that I should have brought my baby home from the vet with me for one more day. My grief would be slightly better if only I had a final day to love and kiss him, and to let him sit outside on the balcony as he loved. Even though I know it would only be one day and I still would have to endure putting him to sleep, it is too late now. Things happened so fast yesterday. It is my greatest regret. How will I ever get past that I didn't do this for him?
Toilet paper could never be on the holder when Otis was around. He always unrolled it and ripped it to shreds. For 12 years I had to hide the toilet paper from him. I cannot bring myself to put the toilet paper roll on the holder now. =(
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