About a month ago I found out Mr. Kitty had Lymphoma.
Yes, I'm an adult with a cat named Mr. Kitty, lol. I found Mr. Kitty at a local shelter. He was shy and fearful of everything. His chances of adoption seemed dim so my heart went out to him. I took him home. little did I know, this furball's companionship would complete my life. Our bond grew wildly in those 10 years, he is my soul-animal.
After his diagnosis, the vet said remission with Chemo would be highly unlikely. Mr. Kitty hates the vet. I knew that wasn't the appropriate course of action for him. I stuck to my guns and decided to keep Mr. Kitty comfortable and happy for as long as I can.
We drew a line in the sand for his quality of life. If he stops eating, or is constantly hiding, we know it is time. I have already made arrangements for his final moments to be in our home.
Mr. Kitty stopped eating today.
I need to make the call, to schedule his death day. I know it is the right thing to do, for HIM. I'm having the toughest time gathering the courage to follow through on my plans. To make the call.
How did you do it?