Facethefear
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I had to put down my beloved cat this week. It was a stray that I had for 12 years. It was hanging around my backyard so I started feeding it and wondered if it had a home. It would not let me touch him. Eventually, he came to my back door and came in to eat then run outside again. It was summertime. One afternoon, there was a rainstorm and he came inside and did not leave. I called him Stormy. Days later, he allowed me to touch him.
We moved to a country house and he and my small dog became playmates. When I walked the dog, Stormy would follow us. A few years ago, I was working 12 hour days. I live alone. My dog started pooping in the house and Stormy developed an ear infection. A very expensive visit to the vet could not cure the ear and he tested positive for diabetes. During that time I was going to radiation therapy every morning after breast cancer surgery. My workload decreased but I would come home
exhausted. Sometimes, I could not take them for walks.
I could open the door and let them go out.
I wished I had a roommate or a friend who could help out.
I cursed my aloneness. Weeks ago, Stormy started vomiting and losing weight. He stopped eating on Monday and I took him to the vet the next day. I agreed to
end his suffering. I came home with an empty cat carrier.
That night it was difficult sleeping because Stormy usually slept on my chest.
I am alone in life and I can manage that but I think my pets have suffered because of it. I would like opinions.
We moved to a country house and he and my small dog became playmates. When I walked the dog, Stormy would follow us. A few years ago, I was working 12 hour days. I live alone. My dog started pooping in the house and Stormy developed an ear infection. A very expensive visit to the vet could not cure the ear and he tested positive for diabetes. During that time I was going to radiation therapy every morning after breast cancer surgery. My workload decreased but I would come home
exhausted. Sometimes, I could not take them for walks.
I could open the door and let them go out.
I wished I had a roommate or a friend who could help out.
I cursed my aloneness. Weeks ago, Stormy started vomiting and losing weight. He stopped eating on Monday and I took him to the vet the next day. I agreed to
end his suffering. I came home with an empty cat carrier.
That night it was difficult sleeping because Stormy usually slept on my chest.
I am alone in life and I can manage that but I think my pets have suffered because of it. I would like opinions.