I have a 10 pound cat with a 90 pound personality. Ms. Katie, the fur coated diva, fills the corners of my heart and every unclaimed chair in my home.
As of November 1st, she got her well kitty visit as our annual reminder of the day she chose to go home with me.
So, it was very sad to be in the vet’s lobby when an older couple were bringing their 16 year old dog in to be put down. He was blind. They didn’t talk publicly about what else was wrong with his health, just that “they couldn’t take it anymore” whatever “it” might be. He, meanwhile (“Simba”, since they write the names of all appointments on the “welcome” board), shook, trembling, and then stood or sat quietly at the feet of his impatient owner, who merely wanted to dump the dog and leave. “We can’t take it anymore.” He muttered, at the receptionist, all the while talking and thinking about the new dog they would get and discussing what he wanted in a new pet with his wife.
I so wanted to smack him and his useless, fluttering spouse.
“This is a life !” I wanted to shout at him.
Pet his head.
Rub his ruff.
Tell him he’s been a good boy and comfort him while he goes to his final rest.
The more he muttered about the hassle of waiting for the doctor to confirm or deny his request, the more I wanted to smack him. Death is a part of life. However, if you cannot comfort your animal companion and be with him during his final monents on this earth for an optional procedure, then what good are you ?
I hope he doesn’t find a new dog to adopt.
As an owner, he’s too old (in my humble opinion), and has outlived his ability to be a caring companion for a furry heart. He’ll likely die before the new puppy will, so I think he should not be allowed to adopt any more pets with a 10-20 year lifespan. His heart is already dead, so it’s only a matter of tme before the rest of his body catches up.