Sorry to hear about this.. Biggest bummer about having a pet is saying goodbye in the end..
My wife and I run a pet care business and I think we had to put 16 down last year.. After years of caring for these guys we consider them to be partially ours.. It always hurts real bad, even when they are not our own.
The process of putting them down is quick, peaceful and painless, if only we could be so humane to dying humans.
Thanks Bodie for that. So you do have a heart! Seriously, I really don't envy your job. I would hate to have to deal with that. However, I commend anyone who has to deal with that on a constant basis. I know I wouldn't have the strength to do your job. You have my respect.
Man, I am so emotionally exhausted. I don't think I cried this much when my grandfathers had passed away or my last breakup (serious relationship). This cat was simply THE CAT of cats. To be fair, I didn't have much of a relationship with the one grandfather, and the other went when I was quite young. I couldn't shed a tear right now if I wanted to. My body is in some kind of zone. Too tired to get upset, yet not enough to sleep. I guess this feeling will last many days. I can't say I really disagree about your statement towards dying humans. I don't think anyone should have to suffer.
On the way towards the veterinarian, the mother and I had turned the car around at one point, since Moses was both of our cat. Seven years ago, when I moved out I became the sole carer since her allergies towards the cats worsened with age. We struggled severely with the idea of putting down the cat. My mom won't admit it, but deep down she wanted Moses alive. Okay, that is a given. Nobody wants to see their pets go. I know she had gotten cold feet, and wanted to cancel the appointment since she thought I couldn't handle it. Nah, she couldn't. I still can't believe I went through with it. It was so gut wrenching, and I spent a good hour+ with the vet questioning and giving me reasons not to have the cat put down. At one point he had explained to me that it could be a thyroid condition, and that he could do tests to find out if that was the case. I was pissed, why wasn't this done before? He said at this point that his kidney had a mild affection. I wonder if that could have made a difference when he was first brought in to analyze back in March of 2007, when they gave him only six months to live. Of course, a year and a half later, he was still very much alive and kicking. Regardless, the vet had told me if it was an issue with the thyroid, and some how it was treated, something yada yada yada, could result in kidney problems. I forgot the whole schpiel since I was so distraught. Basically it would be trading one evil for another. It would buy Moses some time, but that may have been merely weeks or months. Also, we don't know how much he would still be suffering. So ultimately I came to the final decision of putting him down.
It was the most painful 5 minutes that followed, where the vet allowed me sometime with the mother and cat. I said my last goodbyes to Moses as he purred and rubbed his face up against mine (which made it even more difficult), then moments later he sat there ever-so-peacefully. So calm and relaxed as though everything was going to be fine. Then the vet came in and sedated him. He became drowsy after a couple of minutes, and laid on the bed. The rest, as you know, is history.... but he was a great cat even until the very end. Now as I type this last part, a second wind of emotion kicks in. My mother didn't want us there, but I forced her to stay. I figured if we were going to make the decision to put him down on August 26th, we better be there to comfort and show him love, and be there until he left us. It was important to me that he wasn't alone in his last moments amongst the living.
I love you Moses, you may have been just an ordinary house cat to some, but to me you were so much more. You were my best friend and companion. You were there for me through the most difficult of times. You knew when I was down and supported me. You knew and recognized emotions. The play fights we would have when you were a kitten to your adolescent years. The way I would run into a corner of a room and wait, and you would jump right out from under that corner, and at times even take me by surprise. How you would get on top of the roof of the house from the ground. How you did he make such an maculate leap of extraordinary athleticism is beyond me. A day wouldn't go by without someone saying, either "WOW! That's a monster of a cat!" or "He's one handsome regal looking cat!" or "That cat is a gentle giant and has quite the personality." and a lot of the times it would be all of the aforementioned.
I've had multiple cats, but never ones that had such an impact on me as Moses had. You'll always be remembered Moses. I love you with all my heart.
- James