He always hated going to the vets. He would start howling as soon as he was put into the carrier and continue for the 40 minute ride to the vet’s office. He would more times than not get himself sick inside his carrier. On the way home there would be quiet as if nothing happened.
Well, yesterday Archie took his last ride. No more will he have to go where he doesn’t want to. No more laser treatments and shots to help his “arthur”. He is at peace.
It all started on Friday. When I got up he wasn’t on his chair. In fact, I couldn’t find him. I finally did see him behind Kathy’s quilt frame just huddled in the corner. I didn’t really think too much about it. I fed the other two cats and brought his food in to him. He wasn’t interested. He only had one or two small nibbles. This I did think was unusual coming from a cat who enjoyed eating. I didn’t know then that this would be the last time he ate. He had no food Saturday or Sunday.
He also had no interest in water. Over the last several months he had lost nearly 3 pounds even though he ate regularly. The cancerous growth on his adrenal gland was taking its toll. At times he would just zone out not really being aware of where he was or what was going on around him.
Saturday afternoon he took off for the bedroom just to be alone. He was not in any pain and still enjoyed ahead rub. The purrs, however, were few and far between. Kathy and I knew we had to do something. We decided to call the vet first thing Monday morning. We knew in our hearts that he wouldn’t be coming home.
That last ride was long. I think subconsciously I drove a bit slower just to give him more time. At the vet’s it was about a half hour from the time we took him to the examining room until the vet came in. This gave us more time with him. After his examination the vet told us there were some meds we could try, but it wouldn’t really change the outcome. We knew that going in and were prepared to say “Good Bye”. It was hard signing the paper. It was his death warrant. With shaking hand I signed thinking, “What am I doing? I consented to end his life.”
I did not want him to suffer and just get worse. I had to do what was right for him, not for us. Being a pet owner means putting the welfare and needs of our pets before our own wants. It is a responsibility that we take on as pet owners. That doesn’t make it any easier. One shot and 5 seconds later our beloved Archie was gone. I know that St. Francis helped him cross the bridge where he is with Priscilla, Allison, and K.C. They are waiting for us and we will see them again.
Archie crossed Rainbow Bridge at 11:30 yesterday morning. Archie, we love you and miss you. You will always have a special place in our hearts.
I apologize for the tone of this post. I was going to write about the joy Archie brought brought into our lives but this came out instead. I guess I just had to write this.