A difficult decision for Luna

posted by Jeff | Tuesday, January 23, 2007, 7:53 PM | comments: 3

Luna spent about six out of the seven days last week sick, vomiting now and then. She has been fine since Sunday, but I've found new pee three times since then. It's like that part of her neurotic personality is coming back to the surface.

It has gotten to a point now where every time I see her, I'm just flushed with sadness, and guilt for a decision I haven't even made yet. I love the little bastard to death, but she's destroying my house. It's not even about the money as much as it is about living in a clean place for myself at this point.

When I found the latest round of her violating a corner, I got so angry. It was just before I left to work. She knew I was upset, because she was trying to hide in the downstairs room (where she can't, as there is no furniture there). I picked her up, and just gave her a squeeze. She wanted no part of it, of course, but I just told her I wanted her to be normal so I wouldn't have to make a difficult decision.

I've been patient with her for years, but when I come home and see and smell how bad it's getting, I don't think I can do it anymore. I wish there was some other option, but I can't keep this up.


Patrick, January 31, 2007, 9:52 PM #

Many have had the same situation. It sucks. After much discussion, me, my friends, and my family decided that if one of our animals gets to the point where they can no longer "take care of themselves" that "its time". Now- I have no idea exactly what is happening, but it sounds similar to the situation I just described. Maybe that will help you in some way.

CPLady, January 24, 2007, 2:59 PM #

*HUGS* I've had to make the same decision in the past. It's not an easy one.

Tambo, January 30, 2007, 1:56 PM #

Putting down my faithful companion of 14 years was the toughest decision I ever had to make.

At the end my poor Rog couldn't control his bladder, and more than once I was so upset that I yelled at him. I immediately regretted it every time. It wasn't his fault, his body was just betraying him.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him, but he's in a better place now.

I feel for you, but remember, your pet was another life that touched you, and made you a better person for it.


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