I have just come back from the vets after having to make the decision, on my own as my husband is at work, to have our beloved cat Bob put to sleep. I am absolutely devastated. I've cried for 2 hours solid, I just can't stop. He adopted us 8 years ago, as what I thought was a young adult. The vet said she thought he was a lot older than we thought. He had an intestinal tumour and no amount of treatment would have helped.
I know it was the kindest thing to do, I wouldn't have wanted to see him suffer any more. I just feel so guilty at having signed away his life. He'd stopped going out, was sleeping a lot, but was eating, drinking and using the litter tray.
I can't believe I've brought home an empty cat carrier.
A lady who had just arrived in the car park asked me if I was ok and did I need a hug. That was the most beautiful gesture and I took her up on it...
This is the worst part of loving our pets.
Run free Bob, I will love you forever 💔💔💔