This blog post is rather personal today. I’m currently sat in the waiting room of the vets waiting for the results of a blood test for our dear cat, Nancy.
She had a fit Monday evening at my feet and I thought she was going to die there and then. I had seen my girlfriend’s dog Murphy have many fits at the end of his days with us, but this was a real shock and I felt utterly helpless as it carried on.
So depending on the results in the next 15 minutes, which will determine if her kidneys are working, we will play God if there is no improvement and ‘make the hard decision’ that pet owners so often feel they have to take.
I have no issue with playing God. Loo and I have both decided that it would be unfair for her to have another fit, and being diagnosed with kidney failure at 17 years old whilst diabetic means there is not much else we can do. Something that still bugs me is we play God and make ‘informed decisions’ for an animals life, but yet why do we let a fellow human suffer, die in pain and without dignity? I’m still yet to understand this and don’t think I ever will….
At this point I’m now sat back home minus our beloved Nancy cat. The cat that as Loo said ruled all other pets she had, including our recent puppy additions, a Deerhound Shadow and Whippet x Saluki Flicka. Even though Shadow was 10x her size, she still told him who was boss.
Here’s to you Nancy x