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sad news. 2day my son, Matt, and I made the horrible decision that it was Cookie’s (our yorkis goggie) turn to go over the bridge. She was 15 yrs old.
In all her life, no one had ever been mean to her, or hurt her. She had never gone hungry or been homeless, or been sick, really, until the last couple of weeks. But in the last month or so, her condition just kept going downhill. Last month the V.E.T confirmed our fears that she was now blind and probably couldn’t hear. She has had a mammary tumor on her tummy, about the size of a quarter- but they did not recommend surgery, because she was so small and old, the odds were against a successful outcome. And , he said, she wasn’t in pain, was alert and aware.
Well, gradually that changed. She stopped noticing things going on around her, like people coming to the door, she stopped ever leaving my bed, spent all day and night curled up there. She had 2b picked up and set down by her dinner or she didn’t eat. It was like she wasn’t here any more. But the real problem at the end ,was her eyes. They were infected, and looked really bad. Although we had eye drops for her, they didn’t seem to be working and her eyes looked worse every day. I called the Vet on Tues. and made an appointment for 2day, letting them know it was for bridge crossing.
They were very nice. When Matt got signed in and the tech saw Cookie’s name she said “oh, Cookie- come with me we have a room all set up for you”. So Matt didn’t even have 2 wait in the chairs. The Vet asked him how he wanted 2do it, and he said- “Can I hold her till she falls asleep, but is still alive ?” and they said “sure”. so he did. This 40 year old man had to stop twice on his way home to cry. But he got thru it. His cat, Mousse, had died in his arms last June, and he said he never wanted to go thru that again. Feeling the “spirit” leave the body of a loved fwend was too hard.
So, in the last 9 months we have lost Sparky, our toy fox terrier, Mousse, the kitteh, and now Cookie.
We still have four cats, Pinky and the Brain ( 15 years old), Blackie ( ‘doptified foreclosure kitty) and Muffin (AKA: You, x-feral kitty, now a more or less tame house cat)
I guess we were lucky in that the bridge crossings were relatively stress free. Even at Moussee’s crossing, as hard as it was, at least we could hold him, and know he knew he wasn’t alone.
My heart goes out to all animals and their human friends, who must all come to the same place we were at today. It’s never easy, as we know. All we can do is our best. And I honor every decision-maker who has to make this awful choice. Love your animals and do the best you can- let your heart lead you. There is no right or wrong, do your best not to second guess yourself in the days to come- remember the good times, the funny, silly times, and keep on keeping on.
Sparkysmom, AKA Melody