Hey,
I recently lost my furry friend... It was a tough period and I'm still sad, even if time is healing slowly.
It's the first time I had to deal with such a situation where I have to decide when to go to the vet for the final journey... It was so hard....
Today I can talk about it without getting too emotional. I've also written a blog post on my website to express what I was feeling about that.
People are telling me to adopt another one, but to be honest, I don't feel like I can do it now... Maybe it will come back, I don't know.
All I can say is that it was one of the hardest thing to endure. We love so much those small little animals... Maybe too much.
And you, how have you dealt with such situation? Did you end up getting another one at some point?
Edit: I spent this morning going through each of your messages individually. Thank you so much for sharing your stories and advice. I'm at a loss for words, except to express my heartfelt THANK YOU for your kindness and support. One phrase from your comments deeply resonated with me: "Grief is the price to pay for love." How profoundly true that is... I believe our Izumi lived a joyful life, and he brought us joy "every. single. day. of. his. little. life." Making the decision to end suffering is incredibly difficult, but I believe it's a part of being a responsible pet owner. In such moments, selflessness, not selfishness, is the choice to do.
I’m sorry for your loss. But I’m glad your buddy had a loving home until their last breath. They knew love and comfort and a safe place to call home.
My cat is around 13 years old and while he’s still youthful and plays, I worry about this day that is inevitably coming soon.
I’ve lost other pets in the past and it’s hard but we usually get another after some time has passed. They never truly replace the pet that you lost, though. You sometimes think you’ll name it the same but you can’t. It’s too painful and there will only ever be one of that friend you lost.
Shortly after my dad passed, the cat we had that really loved him most would spend most of her time with me. She was an old cat and I tried my best to love on her like she did to my dad and we did have a good relationship similar to the one she had with my dad. But then on a hot summer day, I found her laying on the tile of our laundry room and not having the strength to get up and just being miserable. I knew the end was coming for her and tried making her rest there as easy as easy as possible while I found a vet. I couldn’t find anything soon so she laid there for a few days but I had an appointment lined up for later that week, think it was a Thursday. I kept a fan on her and made sure she had food and water nearby and tried feeding her and giving her water but she wouldn’t accept any of it.
The day before her vet appointment, I came home and saw my brother digging and knew what it was. She had already passed during the day while I was at work.
It’s really difficult to deal with. They’re not just some dumb animal you had around the house. They’re family and will always carry a special place in your heart.
I’m sorry for your loss and hope the best for you.
Thank you for sharing your touching story. They are not dumb indeed, they are definitely an integral part of the family, and they don't need to speak to be understood and to give love.
Thanks for your comforting words, I wish your cat many years ahead, my mother's cat lived almost 19 years.