Jester
In through the Out Door, so She's
This was probably the saddest thing I've ever had to do. My big, beautiful cat Vinnie hadn't eaten anything in 5 days, had lost half his weight (from 14 to 7lbs), and his back legs weren't working properly.
The vet wanted to do a battery of tests on Vincent, leave him overnight on an IV, blood work, x-ray, cat scan etc... Basically traumatize the poor cat and still have little chance of pulling through. I figured it would be best for a 19 year old cat to just go to sleep peacefully.
I held Vin on my shoulder while the vet put the needle in and the drugs took effect. I pet and comforted him the entire time. He looked at my face and I said "See you later, buddy", then he buried his face under my chin while I continued to pet him. I kissed the "V" on his forehead (Hence the name) and openly wept when his body went limp.
Vincent was picked by me as a birthday present when I was 10. Got him from the SPCA and out of about 100 kittens, I chose Vin. He was the runt of his litter, huddled at the back of a cage, and when I picked him up, he bit my finger. It was love at first bite. We grew up together and when I got home, he was always at the top of the stairs to greet me and wrestle.
Rest in Peace, big buddy. You were awesome.
The vet wanted to do a battery of tests on Vincent, leave him overnight on an IV, blood work, x-ray, cat scan etc... Basically traumatize the poor cat and still have little chance of pulling through. I figured it would be best for a 19 year old cat to just go to sleep peacefully.
I held Vin on my shoulder while the vet put the needle in and the drugs took effect. I pet and comforted him the entire time. He looked at my face and I said "See you later, buddy", then he buried his face under my chin while I continued to pet him. I kissed the "V" on his forehead (Hence the name) and openly wept when his body went limp.
Vincent was picked by me as a birthday present when I was 10. Got him from the SPCA and out of about 100 kittens, I chose Vin. He was the runt of his litter, huddled at the back of a cage, and when I picked him up, he bit my finger. It was love at first bite. We grew up together and when I got home, he was always at the top of the stairs to greet me and wrestle.
Rest in Peace, big buddy. You were awesome.
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