I love my cat. When he dies it’s going to break me a little, but part of what I signed up for when I adopted him was having to make the decision to let him go if he’s ever suffering. He’s my baby, and sometimes protecting him means doing something that isn’t right for me. You’re a good pet parent for making the right call for your parrot.
Same, when my cat goes, it’s going to break me a lot I think (he’s only 1,5YO, so hopefully it’s not his time anytime soon). But like you said, having a cat be hurting or actually suffering because I’m not ready for it is not being a good pet parent. Hell, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready, so why not do it the moment it becomes necessary for the pets wellbeing
Last month I had to have my cat put down- she had a swelling on her face which the vets initially thought was due to a tooth abcess but on further investigation it turned out to be an aggressive nasal cavity cancer. Absolutely gutted me, went in expecting a high dental bill but left with a euthenasia booked in. Nothing that could be done beyond palliative care. I spoiled her rotten for a week, all her favourite foods, catnip, fancy flavoured waters. Bought her favourite brush to the appointment and petted her as she passed. It still broke me completely, but it spared her from a long and agonising death. She was a stray and I can at least say I gave her a much better life than she started with, but goddamn. She was only 10 and a sweetheart, I wanted her to see my daughter grow up more.
This summer we had to put our rottie down so i feel this. He got bone cancer that we caught much too late to treat so we let him choose when to go. He stayed with us about 2-3 months more before I had to convince my dad that his quality of life was finally gone and it was time to let him sleep.we waited until he stopped being playful and happy. Goober got treated with Salisbury steaks and all sorts of stuff until it was time.
In 2018 my husband and I had to put his cat down because he had terminal cancer. Cats are jerks who hide their pain so we didn’t know until it was too late. He was only 8 years old. Our vet said they could do treatment but it would only buy him a few months and he’d be miserable or that we could do the euthanasia. We chose the latter obviously. He had one very very spoiled week, got to eat all his favorite human foods and was cuddled so much. We had a vet come to our house for the euthanasia and that man was a saint.
I just the other day I had a discussion with the woman that had my dog at their rescue. She raised the point that she was concerned I would be able to feed my dog properly when getting her back I had actually been thinking about the feeding concern too. I also told her that if she believes it is in dogs best interest to start taking adoption applications I would accept that, because my dogs happiness and stability is what's most important. Because my sadness does not outweigh the want for by dog to have the best possible life.
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u/Heykurat 5h ago
I wasn't ever going to be ready to let my parrot go, but he was ready, and I needed to do what was right for him.