|Purred: Thu Feb 24, '11 5:05pm PST |
|It is never easy but knowing that there is no more pain makes it better. Ben, our first cat, died from
cancer. I knew that he had it for several months and his weight dropped from sixteen to eight pounds. He
was so skinny. He lost his spunk and strength. My husband went with me and we stayed with Ben to the end. It was so quick. I pat his head while the vet gave him the injection. When I turned, he was gone. The vet made sure that he didn't feel it. She was compassionate with us and him. He was sixteen. He was my diabetic, hyperthyroid, FUS cat. He made a nurse out of me. He was regulated even on the last day but
he had stopped eating and I tried syringe feeding him. He was ready. ...I am glad that I didn't wait until
he was in so much pain. This happen about eight years ago and I can still remember it well. You will never forget them but you will find that the good memories finally come back. Our Ben was a terror in our home but he was our watch cat. He was one beatiful Maine Coon cat....He was Natasha's friend and I got Alex just one month before Ben died so they met. Take care tomorrow and please go with someone.
Be there for him if you can....Take care....
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