Last week (14th of October) I had to euthanise my older cat, Shoogie.
She had a blood clot, a condition called Saddle Thrombus I think. She likely had an undetected heart disease which caused her heart to form blood clots.
The doctor said the surgery would have about a 10-15 percent chance of being successful, and even if it was, it wouldn't likely be the last time this happens.
I didn't want her to suffer anymore, she was already panting from the pain despite being given morphine, and she was so confused and frustrated, she didn't know what was happening.
But I don't want me or anyone else to remember her as "the cat that died", but remember her as a very charming and loving cat, a sweetheart who loved to be picked up in the morning and would purr in my arms.
She loved to sit close to me during breakfast and have occasional clumps of cream cheese as treats. She also loved eating bread and specially dried Barbari bread, she would even steal some from the table sometimes when we weren't looking. Once she stole a whole pack of mini toasts and ate a few. She even stole three of my pancakes once.
Every morning she would drop at me or my mom's feet and demand pets by putting her paw on her cheek and imitating a petting motion and then looking at us, or just laying flat on the ground and pretending like she was ignoring us but she really wanted pets.
She had the softest meows, and was so kind to my second cat, Shillie. They would get into play fights often but Shoogie was always the one who walked away first, and she loved it when Shillie licked her face.
I remember when I first introduced Shillie to her and after a week or so, Shoogie had accepted her as a new friend. Shillie was still afraid of Shoogie but Shoogie would drop to the ground in front of her and roll on her back and gently paw at Shillie to let her know she was a friend and just wanted to play.
Unlike Shillie, she liked to sleep alone in the living room most of the time, but she would occasionally nap in my room, and she always came to snuggle with me when I sat on the living room couch.
If I didn't get up early enough to feed her in the morning, or if I was too busy on my phone before breakfast, she would sit close to my head and gently boop my nose with her little paw.
Despite being scared in vet visits, she never attacked the doctors and would rarely make a sound.
Whenever I came back home after a long time outside, she would rub herself on my jeans very hard to make sure they smelled like her, and she would sniff and smell the straps of my backpack for several minutes and play with them.
She would sit beside my mom when she was stressed or on the phone on the couch and would snuggle with her and nap. My mom and dad really loved her too.
I loved her so much and it hurt me to make the decision to put her to sleep, but I tried my best to care for her and I know my deep pain is a sign of my deep love, like the two sides of a coin that can't exist without each other.
Thank you if you read this. I will post a few videos and pictures of her.
She had a blood clot, a condition called Saddle Thrombus I think. She likely had an undetected heart disease which caused her heart to form blood clots.
The doctor said the surgery would have about a 10-15 percent chance of being successful, and even if it was, it wouldn't likely be the last time this happens.
I didn't want her to suffer anymore, she was already panting from the pain despite being given morphine, and she was so confused and frustrated, she didn't know what was happening.
But I don't want me or anyone else to remember her as "the cat that died", but remember her as a very charming and loving cat, a sweetheart who loved to be picked up in the morning and would purr in my arms.
She loved to sit close to me during breakfast and have occasional clumps of cream cheese as treats. She also loved eating bread and specially dried Barbari bread, she would even steal some from the table sometimes when we weren't looking. Once she stole a whole pack of mini toasts and ate a few. She even stole three of my pancakes once.
Every morning she would drop at me or my mom's feet and demand pets by putting her paw on her cheek and imitating a petting motion and then looking at us, or just laying flat on the ground and pretending like she was ignoring us but she really wanted pets.
She had the softest meows, and was so kind to my second cat, Shillie. They would get into play fights often but Shoogie was always the one who walked away first, and she loved it when Shillie licked her face.
I remember when I first introduced Shillie to her and after a week or so, Shoogie had accepted her as a new friend. Shillie was still afraid of Shoogie but Shoogie would drop to the ground in front of her and roll on her back and gently paw at Shillie to let her know she was a friend and just wanted to play.
Unlike Shillie, she liked to sleep alone in the living room most of the time, but she would occasionally nap in my room, and she always came to snuggle with me when I sat on the living room couch.
If I didn't get up early enough to feed her in the morning, or if I was too busy on my phone before breakfast, she would sit close to my head and gently boop my nose with her little paw.
Despite being scared in vet visits, she never attacked the doctors and would rarely make a sound.
Whenever I came back home after a long time outside, she would rub herself on my jeans very hard to make sure they smelled like her, and she would sniff and smell the straps of my backpack for several minutes and play with them.
She would sit beside my mom when she was stressed or on the phone on the couch and would snuggle with her and nap. My mom and dad really loved her too.
I loved her so much and it hurt me to make the decision to put her to sleep, but I tried my best to care for her and I know my deep pain is a sign of my deep love, like the two sides of a coin that can't exist without each other.
Thank you if you read this. I will post a few videos and pictures of her.
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