A Sad Day

It is never easy to make the decision to end an animal’s life. Even when you know the time has come and it is the right thing to do.

The phenobarbital we were giving Squeaker twice a day to control the seizures wasn’t working very well anymore. The seizures would cause her to loose control of her bladder and she would spray urine—usually not very much— so it wasn’t a big deal to get out the Lysol and spray the area and blot it up.

She had three violent seizures yesterday, two of them within about an hour of each other. When she had the third seizure later in the day, we discussed calling the vet to have her euthanized, but then backed down and said, “Well, let’s wait until the end of the week.”

We didn’t get to the end of the week.

This morning she had another violent seizure. This time on the bed. It must have lasted a long time because her bladder was full and she emptied it on the comforter and it soaked through that onto the one underneath. Not the end of the world, both comforters can be washed…

But because the seizures were increasing in frequency and becoming more violent, it was just going to get worse and worse... and harder on her... and so we decided it was enough.

We made the hard decision. We cried. I took her to the vet this afternoon and cried. And came back with an empty cat carrier and cried some more.

We’re going to miss her. A lot.

Farewell little kitty.