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reminded me of when our cat Bluey passed-on. Thinking about it made me well-up (he died just over 6 years ago ...)
We'd had him about 11 years - he was part of the family, always knew when I was upset (I had some probs) and would sit with me for hours, run up to me when I came home, etc.
When I was 20, he started getting a bit slow, going to bed earlier (he slept in the clothes drier) and losing a little weight - then developed a full-blown chest infection.
The sight of him, struggling to breathe, skin and bones, after being a large, strong animal, mucus running continually out of his nose as I tried to feed him bits of cat-food and milk with my fingers ... I cried more then than when any of my 3 dead grandparents passed-on. My brother, mum & I held a funeral service for him, with a nice grave in our backyard, little white cross with his name and dates on it.
The saddest part was, we couldn't afford to take him to the vet to get him cured-up, and he suffered for about 8 months, while we could only try to make him as comfortable as we could. By the time we scraped-up the money, it was too late, and the vet basically told us to give-up.
There was no option of 'assisting' him - none of us would have been able to do it.
Ridiculously long post, but ...
(Celerydemon, Mon 18 Apr 2005, 11:46, Reply)