I think one of the hardest parts of this was watching my adult sons cry. I had to remind myself that Mr. Q had been around since they were 5 and 7.
The worst of it was having to convince my younger son that anything Mr. Q had that could be treated would only prolong his life, but not improve it.
He finally understood when I explained that even to have him checked out would mean blood tests and it took 5 of us to hold this cat down and he ended up with 3 shaved legs and a shaved neck before we were able to get a vein that would yield enough blood the last time we tested his blood. He realised he didn't want Mr. Q to go through that only to find out there was nothing we could do.
Sadly, it took 3 of us and sedation to finally get him set up with the IV last night. My only comfort in that is that we didn't let him suffer to the point where he had no fight left in him.
The vet prepared us for the worst (loss of bowels, bladder, death rattle, etc). Thankfully, none of these things happend. Mr. Q passed with absolute dignity.
He was a class act, even if he did spend a lot of time with his tongue sticking out
I am sorry too for the loss of your cat; it is the end of the childhood era for your kids too. I hope you have a few pictures of him.
We had our Golden Retriever put to sleep last fall- I am especially missing him now when I am working outside putting in the garden. He was always wanting to be where I was. Somedays I REALLY miss him.
Our silly beagle dogs are just silly- they aren't a true companion.
Losing an animal really leaves a hole in your heart- especially when they are an "era" pet. Like when the kids were small and now they're grown up. We lost our last cat, Henry (an irascible, mean, ornery cat) 2 years ago. We haven't replaced him because, even though he was SO's cat, she is allergic to cats. I haven't not had a cat in the house for about 50 years. It feels weird. We have feral cats that we put food down in the barn for, but they aren't pets.