We euthanized Mamakitty two days ago.
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juushikaWarning for discussion of pet illness/pet death.
We euthanized Mamakitty two days ago.
Her initial improvement when we started her on a feeding tube was short-lived—she had issues keeping food down, digesting well, and regaining loss weight. More than that, she was miserable—wheezy and lethargic, uncomfortable, and distinctly exhausted by everything happening to her. Her Prednisone dose was meant for immediate relief but was having no effect, and was therefore unlikely to have an effect in the future.
The only reason to continue life-sustaining treatment was if she wanted her life sustained, or if her quality of life would improve in the near future. Neither was true.
We brought Mama inside two years ago, in January; the entire time we knew her, from befriending the timid local stray to petting her tummy while she snoozed on our beds, all we did was make Mama’s life better. She was a miracle for us, and us for her, and we have no regrets. Euthanizing her was one last thing we could do to make things better, and it was an easy decision.
(August has been glued to me since then, never more than an arms-length away, which has made all of this much easier.)
We euthanized Mamakitty two days ago.
Her initial improvement when we started her on a feeding tube was short-lived—she had issues keeping food down, digesting well, and regaining loss weight. More than that, she was miserable—wheezy and lethargic, uncomfortable, and distinctly exhausted by everything happening to her. Her Prednisone dose was meant for immediate relief but was having no effect, and was therefore unlikely to have an effect in the future.
The only reason to continue life-sustaining treatment was if she wanted her life sustained, or if her quality of life would improve in the near future. Neither was true.
We brought Mama inside two years ago, in January; the entire time we knew her, from befriending the timid local stray to petting her tummy while she snoozed on our beds, all we did was make Mama’s life better. She was a miracle for us, and us for her, and we have no regrets. Euthanizing her was one last thing we could do to make things better, and it was an easy decision.
(August has been glued to me since then, never more than an arms-length away, which has made all of this much easier.)
