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I had to euthanize one of my sweet kitties today. His name was Sebastian, and he was an old, old man (over 20 years old, although no one knew exactly how old he was). I had him less than a year, after his family abandoned him when they moved, in the middle of January, outside. (Assholes.) One of their neighbors called a rescue group, who called me, and he got to live with me as an indoor kitty -- always warm, safe, dry, and well-fed -- until the end. Although I know that I did the right thing for him -- he was old, feeble, extremely thin, and was in renal failure -- it still hurts. Oddly enough, I suffered more while trying to make the decision to euthanize him, trying to make sure that it was really time for him to go. I HATE playing God. But in my heart, I knew it was time, especially after watching him go downhill for the past few days. I was lucky in that we have a mobile vet who was able to come to my house today to put him to sleep, so he didn't have to endure a car ride, and didn't have to be taken to a place that was unfamiliar and scary. He died at home, peacefully, with me loving on him until he took his final breath. Rest in peace, Sebastian. I love you and miss you.
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"Everyone is normal until you get to know them." - Dave Sim I rescue animals. My pockets and gas tank are always empty. My home is always hairy and my inbox full of sadness, but my heart is full when seeing those that are saved.
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