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I had to put down my beautiful precious 16 year old cat Sabi yesterday afternoon after an overnight vet visit. She had very suddenly woken up the day before with no use in her legs but was otherwise fine. The vet diagnosed a neurological issue, likely a brain tumour, and the prognosis was not good. I went to say goodbye and she wanted to stand and come to me so bad, but she didn’t know where her gotdang paws started cause her brain was hosed. She laid on my foot and the vet said it’d be fast and even so I wasn’t ready. She looked up at me as the vet put the syringe in and seconds later she lowered her head and then she went limp and it was done. It was the right thing and it was the worst thing and now I’m just in bed crying cause she’s not here. I was expecting to be prepared, she was in early stages of kidney diseases and I thought it would be what took her, eventually. Nobody expects a loving brain tumour. I just want to scream. edit: let's get an image in here since it's supposed to be a memorial after all. My cat and my cup. 
Milli fucked around with this message at 06:14 on Feb 1, 2021 |
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