Ron rang this morning to tell me that Roofus was dead, said he was alive last night when he checked and had pee'ed but this morning when he went in...dead cat. Said the bladder had filled again and Roofus probably had kidney failure.
I am angry too. Not at Ron, he was brilliant yesterday but at circumstances. We try and do what is best for our animals. If we believe they can be treated we take them to a vet, put them through horrible things,...the animals are in pain, not at home...whatever...and they get to die in a cold cage all alone. It's not right. If I had of kept him home he would have died in a warm house with someone who loved him. If he looked like being in pain the end could have been so quick he wouldn't have even know it was coming. But no, we think we are doing the right thing by putting them through *stuff*.. And I think we do it more for ourselves than for the animal. The end result is the same, the lead-up very different.
Anyway, I am cross that I didn't just get the son to shoot Roofus while he was asleep. I would have felt guilty for not giving him a chance but he would have been at peace a lot sooner and not even known how horrible I was. I think that would have been better for us both. As it is...well who knows what he went through and if cats think...he wouldn't have been thinking anything nice.
And it's raining more, I'm home alone, feeling cross and sad.
Husband will be home this afternoon, I could wait and ask him to dig the hole for me but Roofus is my cat so I think I should. Might wait until he gets home before I bury him, not sure yet. I am going to plant a plum tree with him.
BigBoyBeautiful, You didn't like me much but I loved you, sorry I wsn't there.