Today was an especially sad day. Joe rushed into our bedroom and woke me up with frightening words: "There's something wrong with Veruca!"
I jumped out of bed to find our sweet little cat on the dining room floor in distress. She couldn't move her back legs and she was unbelievably cold to the touch. She had seemed perfectly fine when we went to bed the night before. It was shocking to find her in this state.
After we were unable to get a hold of our vet at 7am, we found a cat hospital that could see her right away. We carefully loaded her into her carrier and rushed her to the new vet. It took the woman less than 30 seconds to know that Veruca was in heart failure. She did a quick x-ray which confirmed her diagnosis and she promptly told us that Veruca had to be put to sleep. Our cat was suffering :(
I've never had to put an animal down before. To make the decision to end a life, even if it is mercifully so, is not something that I take lightly. Yet, here was a professional who was literally begging me to end the suffering. And so I said "Okay, do it" as my throat clenched with a silent sob.
Within two injections, my cat's suffering ended peacefully. I knew it was the right thing to do, yet I'm racked with guilt. I feel like I betrayed my fur baby.
Joe and I came home to a quiet apartment. The stillness is unsettling. We still have Doyle who hasn't noticed Veruca's absence. He's just basking in all of the extra attention that he's getting. We've had Veruca for almost 10 years. In fact, our second date was a long drive to pick her up and that's when we made our relationship official. Veruca made us a family, and she will hold a special place in our hearts forevermore.