Last week came the time to put to sleep our cat, Sitka. I felt sad, guilty and angry. She was obese and had diabetes and two bad knees and her hips and spine were arthritic. I felt guilty because I should have taken steps to not let her get fat. But I didn't. We were working on getting her weight down and had her on a special diabetic diet. It was working. Too little too late, I am afraid. We could have helped her if only she hadn't taken to going to the bathroom whereever she pleased.
Our basement smelled like a pissoire. The straw that broke the camel's back was she took a dump on the carpet while I was standing right there!. I swear to God if it hadn't been dark outside I think I would have driven her to a remote location and taken her out like Soprano style.
But I didn't. I waited through the weekend and took her into the vet on Monday. She went peacefully.