We had to have our beloved cat put to sleep on Monday. She had been ill for a few months but I hadn’t realised how much she had declined. Her breathing had gotten faster over the weekend so we called the vet who told us to take her in straightaway but I was not at all expecting to say goodbye to her, I niavely assumed that they would just adjust her medication.
She was so distressed on the way to the vets and I feel absolutely terrible for putting her through that. We couldn’t be with her when it happened so we said our goodbyes to her outside the vets building, the vet had given her a shot of opiates so she was calm by then.
She was exactly 16 and I loved her from the moment I clapped eyes on her when she was 3 weeks old. She was the happiest and friendliest cat I have ever known, so humble and affectionate. She was an instant purrer who loved attention. I am devastated and struggling to accept it even though I know it was for the best, she had at most a few days left according to the vet. I miss her so much.