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Last week, when our cat Onion started spiraling downward, I told my partner that I didn't think I'd ever be able to put an animal down. This morning we made the impossible decision to euthanize him. I held him in his final moments. He suddenly had energy again, minutes before the end, and it made it so much harder. We went home with an empty pet carrier. He came into our lives roughly ten months ago. Wandered up to our car when we were about to go to work, then bolted inside our house and made himself at home when we went to grab him some food. He was already old and sick-- gum disease, kidney failure, the works-- when he came into our lives, so we knew we wouldn't have much time with him. That didn't make today or the last few weeks any easier. Maybe I'll share some happy stories and photos when I'm feeling more up to it. For now it's helping just to type this out. Thanks for reading, and my deepest empathy to everyone else who has reason to be in this thread.
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Takes No Damage posted:
I'm so sorry for your family's loss. Adopting senior pets is really, really hard, but it looks like you guys gave him a wonderful three years. 
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Mar 15, 2020 12:35
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She wasn't a pet, but one of the ferals that lives on our street (she was trap-neuter-released and lived here as a feral her whole life) may have passed away. She was in a bonded pair with another of the local cats, and they would always come to our house for food together. She was more skittish though, so her partner would always come up begging, and then once there was food out she'd rush over and knock him out of the way to get to it. They'd eat together with their tails intertwined and then go play and nap in the sunny spots in the yard. She was the tabby on the right in this picture. We called her Buddy. It's possible she's still around and it was a doppelganger who got hit, but I'm not holding my breath 
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