So far, the parts I’m having the hardest time with are all the annoying parts. I felt lost when I didn’t have anyone to let out first thing in the morning. After I fed the cats, I wasn’t sure what to do with the cat food can, because no one was going to try to steal it out of the recycling if I didn’t let her lick it clean before I put it in there.
I had prepared myself for the end of cuddles and cute snores and car rides and all the things I loved. But fuck it, I even miss all the mundane crap.
I’m hugely sad, I can’t even begin to tell you, but my second largest emotion is relief. I’m so relieved that we were able to do this for her before she was really suffering and that she went so well.
She went very quickly, kind of. They told us we’d have about ten minutes after they administered the anesthetic to sit with her and feed her treats and such, before she went to sleep. But she fell asleep in just a minute or two. The vet said that was probably a sign that she was in worse shape than we even knew. She snored and we all cried and it took them a while to find a vein because, of course, she had to go out with some level of ridiculousness. And she just went away.
It was very comforting in a sad way.
I feel really, really grateful. Grateful to have gotten a chance to know her and grateful for everyone’s love and support. And I’m so grateful the Butcher is here. The things he was able to do for her at the end–dig her a hole, carry her to it, put her in it, and cover her up–he was barely able to do emotionally, but I would not have been able to do them physically, I don’t think.
The vet and her assistant were amazing. They’re not normally the mobile vet that comes to this part of town, but that vet was on vacation. This is who they recommended. And I can’t even begin to tell you what a great comfort it was to have them come to the house and to spend time just openly loving and getting to know Sadie and putting her at ease.
Anyway, I’m just babbling, but I wanted to tell you that as heartbreaking as this is, we didn’t get screwed out of anything. She had a big, full, happy life full of people who loved her and she died before the worst things happened. It’s sad because she’s gone, but it’s not a tragedy. Everything went as well as we could have hoped for. We were very lucky with her, always.
I’m sorry for your loss, and glad you gave her a good life and a good end.
These people who say “it’s a dog’s life” didn’t know The Amazing Mrs. Wigglebottom. Or the people with whom she had that life.
May we all be so deserving of this good dog’s life. She and her people certainly were.
I am so sorry to hear, and wanted to send you some strength. Your words resonated so much, as we just put our beloved geriatric feline down. In addition to grief and relief, the most unexpected emotion I felt was pride– pride for him and his strength and tenacity, and pride that we were able to be there for him, to give him an easy passing. He probably would have struggled on for a while, but he was in pain, and nothing we tried gave him back his joy.
Your experience with Sadie were such a welcome reminder that even in our moment of doubt, we did right by our guy. So thank you for that unexpected reassurance!
You did right by your Sadie, and I wish you happy memories and warmth and hope.
I’m so sorry for your loss.
Man, that sucks. This why I don’t pets. You get so attached to them. :(