Franny passed away last week. I had to put her down. She had a non malignant tumor on her tail, which caused her tail to be amputated. Because of a heart murmur and kidney failure she was too weak, and too old really, to go through surgery.
I had never had to put a pet to sleep before and it was more upsetting than I had anticipated.
It’s difficult because the pet has no idea what you’re discussing with the vet. They are oblivious to the fact that you are discussing the end of their life.
Overall, I feel good about the fact that I had her for the last few years of her life and she lived to the ripe old age of (approximately) 18 years old. It definitely is a nod to adopting elder pets from kennels and giving them a great life and love in their last years. Usually, they are the last ones to get adopted.
She was a sweet cat, very feisty, but sweet.