03/07/2025
I want to share a very personal story that I hope can show you why I say let them go on a good day.
Last weekend my best friend came and helped me say goodbye to Maximus. He was my heart cat, the cat that was my soul mate animal. He was with me from 8 weeks old to 13 years old.
He went through 5 moves, 4 years of vet school (with hours of studying and palpation on him), saw me bring home 2 babies, and slept by me every night (until the babies woke him up too much). He snuggled with me when I watched TV, played fetch, and was the one to greet me at the door.
Unfortunately, like all the good ones, he got sick with diabetes and treatment wasn't working for us. He started to loose weight, hunt for food and water all the time, and slept away from everyone most of the day. I knew his time was coming.
It got to the point that I was scared to leave him for any length of time because I didn't want him alone. He was starting to not act like his lovable self.
His last day was extra for him. He got all the snuggles with me, got all the table scraps that he hadn't gotten forever, he even got his own entire can of tuna. His last breath was taken surrounded by his people, in my arms with absolutely no pain or fear.
He may have been acting "normal", eating and participating with me but he was miserable living with this disease. I got the privilege to give him peace while he was happiest and didn't have to suffer the disease anymore. My last memories with him weren't of him slowly dying on his own, in fear and pain, but of him eating treats, happy as can be. Death hurts for those of us left behind but it hurts more if you have to remember the pain too.
I am here for you and them to help their last journey. Please don't hesitate to reach out to me when it's needed.