About 6 weeks ago I posted about the most difficult duty any pet owner has-when is it time to let go and send one on. On Christmas Eve, we had to send Thing on ahead.
It was a harder decision than I had feared, because at the end, despite the fact that her little body had mostly deserted her, despite the fact that she wouldn’t drink or eat, despite the obviousness of what needed to be done, she didn’t want to die. I’ve seen pets who were ready to leave, and she wasn’t.
I held her as the vet gave her two injections, one to sedate her and one to stop her heart. It didn’t take much or long. She was really hanging onto life by a thread at that point. She passed on at roughly sunset and on Christmas Day at sunset we buried her close to Ethyl and the rest.
|Thing in better times.