We talked and talked when hubby got home, we both felt the same. We live in a pole home, the vet said to keep her downstairs.
We cannot segregate her from us, we live upstairs. She lives on the blacony.
We cannot give her drugs to ease the pain knowing that she is still in pain. Will be in pain and it will get worse as time goes on.
She looks terrible, her body, muscles are atrophed, to a point she only walks a few steps then sits, panting.
We've decided its time, we decided that it will be at home, so that we can be with her in her special looking spot, so that we can bury her here, in her home.
It is very difficult to go through this, I understand that a few do not believe in euthenasia for pets or humans, however we do. We cannot stand to see her in pain, not to do those things she wants and tries to but cannot for pain. Wimpering pain, even with drugs. She looks at us with pleeding eyes, her chin resting our on either one of our legs, just looking.
I don't really want to talk anymore about it. I had a dream last night that must have been linked to this whole episode. The moon exploded, cities burned, the world was dying.
