When you love an animal there is no amount of money you wouldn't spend on them to make sure they are well loved and healthy :smile:
No doubt, but there comes a time when common sense has to prevail. I know way too many people who can't afford to own pets & then complain that it costs too much when they get sick & have to go to the vet. Having any pet can be a costly venture if you want to care for it properly. But there comes a time when the bills pile up & it seems that when they start piling up, they pile up even more afterwards.
Mitsou, if the vet bill would be $5000 in order to make sure your pet is 'well loved & healthy', do you still think it would make sense to spend that kind of money on it?
A couple of years ago, i brought my cat to the vet for one last visit. On two occasions in a period of 3 days, moderate amounts of blood were coming out of his ass and he appeared to be in agony while it was going on. I couldn't take his suffering anymore, and decided enough was enough. I had realized that over the past couple of years, i was being very selfish in letting the poor cat live (and suffer at times) for my own sake.
So i went in with the vet and told him about the recent problem(s). He told me i could bring the cat in if i wanted him to check him out. I told him "He's suffered enough already. Enough is enough." The vet told me i was correct in feeling this way & to bring it to him right now. I had already spent enough money on vet bills over the past few years & spending more $$ would only delay the inevitable. He had lived a great life, but his last few years he wasn't healthy & reminded me of an old man when he walked around. He had lost the energy he had once had. The time had come to finally put an end to the suffering, and the misery of an unproductive life. Sad to say, but my 'pal' had now become a burden & for the past few years i felt like his personal nurse instead of his buddy.
So i went back home, picked up the poor cat, and brought it to the vet. I was there right 'til the end, right 'til his last breath. He gave him an injection to relax him, and then the cat tipped over and appeared to eventually fall asleep. He then put an iv into his paw and 30 seconds later, the cat was no longer breathing.
Okay, it shocked me at how fast it happened & i felt like shit after, but a few days later i was relieved & realized i had done the right thing. Plus, instead of getting him put down by someone i knew, i brought him to the vet & he died in dignity. He was 17 years old at the time he died. I still miss him dearly, but hey, no one lives forever. I actually felt very fortunate to have had such a great pal over the past 17 years. At the very least, i had to give my cat a dignified death.
Sure, the final vet bill was a couple of hundred dollars, but I owed him at least this. And staying there right 'til the end was one of the best decisions i had ever made. No guilt trips this time around. A few years earlier, i had brought my older cat to the vet & simply dumped it there. I couldn't bear staying with her any longer. But for a few years, i felt guilty afterwards for not being there with her until the very end. It still saddens me to this day. So i wasn't going to let it happen again.
p.s. I had three cats at one time. The oldest one died the night i saw my first sp. I felt so guilty afterwards. I saw another sp on the night i found out of his passing, and the date was obviously a disaster. I took me nearly a year before i saw my next sp. I figured that if i hadn't went to Mtl to initiate myself to sps, my cat would still be alive.