Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Yesterday was a very sad day in our lives. Our sweet Violet was helped to the Rainbow Bridge after a brief battle with kidney failure. He was nine days short of his 13th birthday, but now begins his 10th life at the Rainbow Bridge.
While we have had to endure the pain of losing one of our beloved family members more times than we want to remember, I will say that Violet's euthanasia was the most meaningful one we have experienced. Instead of being in an exam room at the vet's office, they have a special room they use where there is a sofa and the privacy of a side door for leaving. I also appreciated that when they took him in the back to insert the port in his vein, they brought him back to us without having administered the first injection that pretty much puts them in a coma.
We took Violet's favorite purple blanket, and it was draped across our laps. He sat comfortably in our laps while Dr. Baker administered the two injections. For those who are curious about what exactly happens in an euthanasia, two shots are injected - the first one calms the animal and they go completely limp and relaxed. Then they inject something that stops their heart. While it breaks your heart when it happens, it is really very peaceful to witness. I was most fearful of them not being able to find a vein because even though we had been giving him sub-Q fluids, he was still very dehydrated. Fortunately, they didn't have trouble getting the port in.
I have been completely overwhelmed and felt so much love and support from my wonderful family of on-line cat friends both on Catster and Facebook. You all are so eloquent in your words of support and sympathy, and I know you truly love my cats. Ted and I thank you for helping us get through this. As one friend said, your pain begins when theirs ends. How very true . . . . .
Thank you to Dr. Baker at Animal Medical and Surgical Center for your compassionate demeanor. She was not one of the vets that had seen Violet, but was the only one available yesterday. It makes all the difference in the world when you have a vet who really seems to care.
Violet was a stray that found his way into our home and our hearts. He was the talker of the family and a very affectionate kitty who loved nothing more than laying on your stomach in bed and trying to rub on your face or lick your cheek. He was a very photogenic kitty, and didn't mind wearing an occasional hat or funny bow tie for some of his holiday pictures for Catster. I know his brother, Gleek, will miss him as they were sleeping pals.
Violet joins many siblings and friends at the Rainbow Bridge, and we know the sky shines a little more purple because he is there.