Tomorrow morning, Reeses will be euthanized. It’s an agonizing decision, but after today’s diagnosis, we know it’s the best one for us and for the cat.
She’s not herself these days. She’s not the licky kitty that cleans us and herself all day long. She’s not the cuddly kitty that spent evenings across my pregnant belly. She’s no longer the girls protector, looking over them in their crib while they sleep. She’s no longer happy on our pillows or at the foot of Joseph’s bed. She’s just not our Reeses.
The vet pretty well hydrated her so she could come home for the night and for us to say goodbye, and tomorrow, I will drive her back for a final farewell.
Her diagnosis is chronic kidney failure. It’s a fairly common problems in “older” cats and even though she’s only 8, which is not *that* old, it is “older”. Her long term prognosis is filled with medicine, special foods, hydration through intravenous fluids, etc. and Ron and I just cannot take that on…. again. We went through much of this type of thing with Shadow nearly 8 years ago and just cannot afford the $$ or emotional toll.
And, so, Reeses, we bid you adieu…
