I think I have to take Katie to be put down. She’s gotten worse in the last few hours. She can barely walk, falling over after a few steps. When I tried petting her, she gave me a wounded meow.
I was worried I wouldn’t know when the time was right. But, I guess she’s made it pretty obvious.
Thank goodness my friend can take me, tonight. I can barely see to type this, and definitely shouldn’t be driving. And, I don’t want to drag this out longer than necessary for either of us.
She’s had a good, long life, and I hope I’ve shown her as much love as she’s shown me the past 9-10 years. She’s been the best cat I could have ever wanted.
Katie’s gone. I have to give kudos to the doctors and staff at Friendship Animal Hospital. From the moment I arrived and said that I was there because I thought it was time to put Katie down, they were kind, professional, and timely. We were immediately put into a private room, where my friend, Michael, and I got to sit with her. When the vet came in, she had already read her records and understood what was going on. They offered to put the IV in with me there, or take her to the back. They came and took care of the billing before it was over, so we wouldn’t have to worry about that at the end.
They were wonderful. A quick IV. They brought in a warm towel for her to lay on. Some IV propofol, and Katie simply laid down and went to sleep. Two more medications, and it was all over. The doctor then left us alone, so I could say, “goodbye.”
As horrible as it was, they couldn’t have done a better job of handling it in a caring and sensitive manner.