I am here and still feeling a little sad and dealing. Last night Smokey had to be put down and it was a tough and sad day. Hubby and I took her to the vet after work and stayed with her through the process and I’m glad we did.
A couple of nights ago she started declining losing interest in food and became very lethargic. I followed the vet’s recommendation of giving her medicine, making sure she stayed hydrated, and giving her time to get through a possible temporary bad time. But things were getting worse, she stopped drinking and kept trying to hide under furniture system which is a bad sign for cats and cancer.
When I came home for lunch yesterday, I found her lying on the floor partially under the entertainment system and not wanting to move and I knew it was time to call the vet.
It’s such a hard decision and tough thing to do. But we felt she was miserable and waiting to move on and I didn’t want her to suffer more. Unlike previous trips to the vet, I felt confident it was time and not dreading or feeling as terrible about it as before. It’s tough and I think especially tough for vegans who focus on protecting and preserving life. Who am I to decide when it’s her time? That has been bothering me a lot the last few weeks as we knew this was coming. But I felt better about making it seeing how tough it got for her.
We adopted Smokey in 2003 as a 3-year-old adult cat while living in Florida and she’s been through a lot with us including a long drive across the country when we moved to California and she tolerated multiple new dog siblings.
She was always cool and collected with an intense stare that convinced us she’s actually a hyper-smart alien and would just start talking to us one day. She was also very patient with us and her fur siblings.
Smokey reminded us to always be thankful for companionship and appreciate loved ones every chance you get. We miss her and it will be strange not having her in the house.