I culled the poor girl yesterday. She had gotten much worse and wasn't able to eat or drink without her head going in circles. I held her for a long time and petted her and rubbed under her chin. She seemed to like that. I wanted her last hours to be in peace and comforted after her ordeal. Sounds crazy but I hate it when my animals suffer and I can't do anything for them but put them out of their misery. She may have been a breeding hen but she was still loved. I go around and do pedicures regularly and check for foot problems or any sores. Give them some petting then i'm off to the next pen or cage..
The rooster that died a few weeks ago did so in my arms. I felt his time was close but I was waiting for the vet to arrive but just as he got there it was too late. It was probably too late by the time I called the vet to come in on a sunday. He was a loved pet and I couldn't bear to have him be sick and possibly dying without having loving arms around him. When I had to have my dog put to sleep, that was the worst day of my life. It had to be done for her sake. She was suffering and I refused to make her suffer just so I could spend more time with her. That's selfish. I had her for 13 years and she was the most loyal and loving dog that ever lived in my book. I insisted the vet wait till I got to the hospital before he put her down. I held her and talked to her the entire time till it was over. Some people may think I"m nuts but we had a telekenetic thing where I could talk to her from another room and not say a word. I explained to her what was wrong and what was about to happen. She told me she was ready to go and for me not to be so sad. When they brought her in the room she greeted me like she always did but slower because she was in pain. She came to me and sat at my feet with her head on my knee. When it was time she cooperated fully. Normally she would have fought and been terrified to be o that cold metal table. But she knew because I told her. I told her she would just go to sleep then she would be in heaven with her friends that had gone there before her. And one day i'll be there too and we would be together again. The vet techs left me alone with her for a while before they took her away. It'll be 2 years next month on the 13th and I still can't talk about it without crying. I loved that dog and she loved me. She had cancer in her intestines. A few years before she had gotten artheritis in her hips. Before she was showing a different pain which was the cancer that we didn't know about she was going blind and deaf. A few times she had accidents in the house. She would be so embarrased but I never scolded her. I knew it was an accident. She was lain g in her favorite spot in the hall way and by the time she managed to get up she had peed in the floor and on herself. She just hung her head in shame. I cleaned up the floor then gave her a bath and a treat afterwards. I knew she couldn't help it.
I can only guess i'm not alone in the crying department. I know many of you BYC'ers have had similar situations. I don't ever want to forget Sissy. I keep her picture and coller on my PC near me and she's my wallpaper on my puter and phone.
Now go dry your eyes.
