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[Mad Scientist and Buddy]

Hello all,
Hope everyone is having a happy new year.
We just started Metacam last night for Buddy to hopefully decrease any pain.
He actually jumped into bed on his own and proceeded to curl up in my arms before moving to between the pillows. This was a first for him to come to bed on his own when we were getting ready to get in ourselves. He's still purring and asking for food, but I'm still wondering when it is the right "time" to have him euthanized. He's not going to get better, no matter how much money I throw at this. I worry if I'm waiting too long, or am I stonehearted if I move to soon.
While I was putting on my boots this evening, he walked by and took a swat at the laces. It was brief, only one swat, but it put a smile on my face. Buddy is still Buddy at least for now.
It's difficult to keep his diabetes in check right now, I never know if he's going to have a bad day and not eat much.
Peace, love, and purrs,

Tony

 

[BJM]

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[MommaOfMuse]

I am so sorry you are having to go through this with Buddy. It is hard enough to lose any of them but to know that you can't fix what's wrong or even treat it and win any substantial amount of extra time with them is heartbreaking. Especially when they look to us to make that final call and know when to set them free of the pain and illness.

I just went through it last fall with my beautiful 18year old civie Onyx who I lost to cancer. I would be ready to make the appointment on his bad days then he'd rally and I'd change my mind. On his final day he helped daddy with his bacon we snuggled on the bed and then it was just suppose to be a routine check up at the vet's. We weren't there but a few minutes and he crashed (he had a tumor in his chest) The vets tried hard to save him but it was then and there I made the call to let him fly free.

If I had it to do over again I would have done it much sooner while there were still more good than bad days. I would have done it when he could have still left at home in his own bed and not at the place he hated with every fiber of his being.

He had told me months earlier he was ready. When he stopped being Onyx I should have said my goodbyes.

Only you and Buddy will know when its time. Ask him he will let you know. Onyx did I just didn't want to hear it. When he stopped running to greet us, when he stopped begging for tummy rubs. When he stopped being Onyx and was just a sick cat.

Hugs to you all

Mel and The Fur Gang