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I saw Michele pick her up to hug her, and Troubles was SO limp and lifeless. This was when the wash of the feeling of betraying her came over me. When Michele put her back down, I couldn't pick her up, because I didn't want to feel that lifelessness. So I leaned over the table, and cuddled with her. And cried. And cried. And cried. And made terrible terrible sobbing noises.
There were people out in the waiting area that could hear. But I didn't care. There was no shame. I had lost a family member of many years. I hate to say it, but she was closer to me than some of my side of the family. Yeah, weird, I know.
Anyhow, I guess the point to all this is...be not ashamed. It's not the loss of a 'pet'. It's the loss of a dear friend and family member.
I hope this finds you and your wife doing better with this.
Your PM box is full. Posted this here. This part 2 of 3 because it's so long.
The other was in January of this year. It was my cat of 19 years, Troubles. We found out about 10 months prior that her kidneys had failed. My wife delayed the inevitable by giving her fluids under the skin 2 to 3 times a week. Toward the end, she suffered. One morning, she just walked around the house and meowed, wouldn't let us pick her up to comfort her like she always would. She wanted outside. She had NEVER been outside. We both knew it was time. We took her to the vet, and had her put to sleep.
As she laid there, and was gone, I got this horrible feeling of betrayal. I'm sitting here now, as I'm writing this, and bid tears are coming to my eyes, and I've got a lump in my throat. Point is, it doesn't go completely away.
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I know what it's like to lose long-time pets.
I've lost two. One when I was about 20, we had a dog named Heidi, that was 15 years old. She was completely deaf, and mostly blind due to cataracts. I found out one evening when I was working at the grocery store I was employed at. Of all things, she was laying under the front of mom's car in the shade. For whatever reason, instead of backing up and going out the driveway, mom decided to go around the side of the house through the yard, and ran over her.
I was devastated. I went into the back room of the store and hid and cried. I was supposed to be bagging groceries and carrying them out. The register people yelled at me over the intercom several times. The manager that was working that evening came back and found me. He asked me what was wrong and I told him. He told me to set there for as long as I needed, and he would bag groceries until I was okay to do it.