Even as miserable she looked , the amount of suffering she appeared to be going through, only reason I waited as long as I did before finally deciding to have her euthanized was her appetite. Well maybe "appetite" not quite the right word here. Her curiosity, yeah, that's it, her curiosity for anything I was eating. Except for wanting a bite or two of anything I was eating, she pretty much always preferred being left alone. You had to let her come to you. Oh, she would let me pick her up to give her a hug and a kiss anytime I wanted to; but I had to be quick about it.
But this morning, and the rest of the day, she showed absolutely no interest in food for the first time.
Only two weeks ago, did we cuddle together one night for the first time; then every night since. It was Fellicia who decided, for some reason known only to her, sleeping in my bed that night. Maybe my bedroom was the warmest place in the house at night.
Of all the rooms in my house, the master bedroom has the least windows, square footage wise. By this point, she had lost so much weight, nothing but a walking skeleton covered by a fur coat still it's usual jet black in color, but now dull, matted, and even putting off a rancid smell due to mild seborrhea oleosa dermatitis beginning to appear.
And she should have had no reasons believing I would have chosen somewhere else to sleep that night just because she had chosen to sleep in my bed first that night; the way we both already knew Tater Tot probably would. Although these two female felines have always gotten along; am not able recalling if ever these two sleeping together.
Before my black male cat Peckerwood got ran over by car one Labor Day Sunday afternoon, he was the one that got first call sharing my bed with me; with Tater Tot quickly taking over his routine once no longer living with us.
Except for Fellicia now sleeping in my bed with me at night, and Tater Tot having decided the sofa chair in my bedroom would do for her, the rest of Fellicia's routine remained pretty much unchanged; although no longer interested going outside anymore.
But this morning, this also had changed, as she stayed on my bed all morning and into the afternoon; curled up tightly the same spot without ever actually being asleep.
By the afternoon, began calling around to a few clinics, then decided to go with Clairmont Animal Hospital just down Clairmont Road near North Decatur Road intersection. Saw no point in any of the hospitals I've worked before.
The staff and Dr. Adams were very nice; but it did sort of offend me, no professional discount offered. Until this one, and not counting Peckerwood, have always brought the Telazol/Beathanasia combination that were my preference for feline euthanasia home with me; already pulled up in individual syringes ready to give when believing the right time for both of us. So far have had no problems doing this on my own.
In the clinical setting, yeah, would definitely be stupid not to have a technician hold the patient when injecting the solutions. That is, owners wanting to be present.
Couldn't help but laugh that day years ago I read an article in the news about a death row execution gone wrong. Believe it was Ohio's State Governor, who ordered a moratorium on all capital punishment until a thorough review determined what series of events lead to a recent execution by lethal injection being considered cruel and usual punishment due to an intravenous catheter that had been improperly set.
Which by the way, is suppose to be extremely painful if any extra vascular leakage.
If only this judge could hear some of these story that occasionally come around of euthanasia performed by veterinarians that go horribly wrong. For years I always thought these stories were most likely just tall tales.
with his new boyfriend.
It surprised my how caught off guard I was receiving this sympathy card from Clairmont Hospital after Fellicia's euthanasia. Wasn't expecting it. Had totally forgotten about these standard issue sympathy cards that follow up with each euthanasia. How I always hated it when they came around for me to sign. How it irritated the fuck out of me, why everyone felt they had to write something rather than just sign them. How they all sounded the same except maybe with a word switched around here and there. How all I would do was just sign my name...still!
Then I get one just the way they should be done; except I not sure which difficult time Dr. Adams is referring to: the loss of Fellicia or me rebounding from the mid-life crisisf?
Honestly, would have rather the professional discount. That would have been an acknowledgement of genuine sympathy related to the stress of our profession instead of a card automatically generated by the staff up front then brought to the back for the doctors and technicians to sign.
But while there, Dr. Adams and I did chat a little bit. Found out she was not only a Liberal, but also an atheist who's husband was a Catholic. That certainly didn't add up right, but didn't call her out on it.
In all fairness to Dr. Lavell at The People's Pet, did ask as I was being check out, how much their "home euthanasia" cost. The receptionist quoted me $300.00.