RitaMc wrote:Breezie is 16 years old, will be 17 on September 2. She has had a bad summer. Started in May with a bad cough which her veterinarian diagnosed as a reaction to her allergies. After 2 months on cough syrup and prednisone she was better. However at the time of her diagnosis the xray showed a slight shadow along her lung. We decided at that time not to do any further diagnostic tests. We would not be treating her except to keep her comfortable. Last week she quit eating and started to vomit bile. I know the end is coming. She is not in pain and only seems to want to be around John and I.
We have decided to let her have a natural death instead of euthanasia unless she seems in pain. Have others made this choice and now thinking back regretted your decision. My heart is breaking and I cry constantly. She has been my shadow for almost 13 years. Even if she rallies and regains some strength I know the decision of euthanasia will have to be made as I will not take her to Yuma again. I would hate to have to find a veterinarian in some unkown town .
Rita
Rita, I am so sorry to hear of the illness of Breezie. To experience the final illness of a loved one, of whatever species, is one of life's most devastating experiences. I know this from my heart. I weep with you.
In answer to your question above, I would first say that this is an extremely difficult decision, and there is not a "one size fits all" solution. It is your decision, and yours alone.
Having said that, I would like to share that I have lost three much beloved companions over the last four years. One after another. My Cude dog (hence my screen name) was nearly 17 years of age when she passed. My Rod man, nearly 14 1/2. My Sweet Girl 15 1/2.
For the first two I chose the "natural death" solution. For My Sweet Girl, I finally chose euthanasia, waiting far too near the end, when the "living" just became unbearable for us both. It is difficult for me to think about, even now.
While I do not regret these choices, I do wish that I had had the strength and determination to choose otherwise for these sweet, loving and innocent beings. "Natural death" in most cases does not prolong life (certainly not in the cases above), it just prolongs the dying. For me, and for these wonderful companions, in the end, "natural death" was. . . not pretty. The actual dying was not sudden, but went on for weeks, and for months. Good days (giving unwarranted hope), interspersed with very bad days (the harbinger of tragedy).
I was often told that "I would know when it was time". I never did know. I never could tell. Perhaps my heart would not allow it.
Again, the decision is yours, and yours alone.
For myself, I do most sincerely hope - and pray - that when the time comes near for my Big Joe that I will recognize it for what it is, and to take the necessary steps to reward him for a life well spent.
Of course, for me, the pain and sadness for those that have gone from me never resolves.
It is the price we pay for love.
Anne