RE: The Fawn
June 26, 2014 at 11:52 pm
(This post was last modified: June 26, 2014 at 11:53 pm by vorlon13.)
I've put down some gravely injured animals. It's not easy, but I can't stand to let them suffer.
Took a house cat to the vet a couple years ago. He was immensely old. And I had taken him twice before. The first time, was after a large personality and behavior shift and I feared he had a brain tumor. Turned out cat had gone blind and was having some attitude about it, vet said he would be fine in a few weeks and he would adjust. He did.
Second time, the cat was so crippled up with arthritis he couldn't move. When I put him on the exam table, he jumped off and ran away, spritely. (he could see light and dark, no details) Vet asked what was up and we discussed the cats routine, and it turns out we were fussing over the cat when he acted a little sore and stiff. The cat was playing us for sympathy, and really stepping up his crippled act.
He almost died for his charade.
Third time, the vet agreed, he thought the cat had a stroke or heart attack and was pretty far gone. 18 years old, oldest cat we ever had.
We had him cremated (first house cat we did that for) and put his ashes under the lilac bush.
Where he used to eat bunnies.
Took a house cat to the vet a couple years ago. He was immensely old. And I had taken him twice before. The first time, was after a large personality and behavior shift and I feared he had a brain tumor. Turned out cat had gone blind and was having some attitude about it, vet said he would be fine in a few weeks and he would adjust. He did.
Second time, the cat was so crippled up with arthritis he couldn't move. When I put him on the exam table, he jumped off and ran away, spritely. (he could see light and dark, no details) Vet asked what was up and we discussed the cats routine, and it turns out we were fussing over the cat when he acted a little sore and stiff. The cat was playing us for sympathy, and really stepping up his crippled act.
He almost died for his charade.
Third time, the vet agreed, he thought the cat had a stroke or heart attack and was pretty far gone. 18 years old, oldest cat we ever had.
We had him cremated (first house cat we did that for) and put his ashes under the lilac bush.
Where he used to eat bunnies.
