Kill Your Cat

catMy mother’s cat died today. My mother, turning 84, is a cat person, and I’m not. It’s not just that I’m allergic to their dander. This cat, Missy, hissed at me from the start, and always threatened to scratch me or anyone who came too close.

This post isn’t really about cats, though. It’s about facing death rationally. Missy wasn’t my mother’s first cat. She lost a couple of grown felines to coyotes, a couple of kittens to hawks, and one, after my parents had moved, jumped out of a ground-floor window and ran away.

Missy was with my folks for about 16 years when her eating and drinking habits began to change. Supposedly this only began about a week ago, but I suspect she began showing her age more gradually than that. Not having taken the cat to a vet for many years, my mother wasn’t in a hurry now. I Googled the situation and figured she would regret it if she didn’t try, so we took her and her cat to a local vet that allowed walk-ins for an extra fee.

The vet, seemingly a very compassionate woman, examined Missy and told my mother (and me and my husband) that she was very sick. Could be organ failure, kidney trouble, cancer. In fact, she would probably die soon. The slim hope of temporary improvement would require expensive blood tests and a few days in the hospital.

The doctor told us that allowing her to die at home wasn’t the best choice, as it wasn’t necessarily going to be a peaceful death, that it might involve seizures and choking for breath at the end.

My mother chose not to take the vet’s advice, nor even to believe her entirely, and we took the cat home. I did some more Googling, even looking into how someone could terminate their own cat if they didn’t have a handy vet or couldn’t or wouldn’t spend the money ($117 in this case, we’d been told). That didn’t seem a viable option for my folks, and I certainly wasn’t going to do it.

I hated that the cat was going to suffer, but my mother kept saying, “She’s not going to die yet. I’m not going to have her killed.” Four days later, the cat was dead.

Our four elderly parents’ mortality was the first thing my husband and I thought about when all this was happening. Our own too, certainly. I wondered if my parents would think about that too.

It’s been an interesting lesson for me–now I have a clearer idea of what my mother has in mind for her own end. No extraordinary measures, she has written down, and she has told me it’s pain she most fears. And yet, here we have a clear example of trying to prolong a beloved pet’s painful demise.

I don’t have a tidy conclusion to share. Do you?

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2 Responses to Kill Your Cat

  1. Robert D says:

    My family had a cat Frisky for about 15 years or so. When a vet’s diagnosis told us that Frisky was in pain and would die soon, my mother wanted all of us to be able to say good-bye one last time. There was already a planned party in a week, and she thought that Frisky would be able to make it til then. I lived nearby and was able to see the condition of Frisky the day after the vet visit.

    It was horrifying sight. Frisky was emaciated. He was losing hair. He was howling intermittently, in a low register. I could only imagine the pain that he was feeling. Mom wanted to wait a few days for my older brother to drive in. I told her, “Mom, you have to take him to the vet and have him put down, immediately. Frisky is in constant pain, and [my brother] won’t want to see him like this.” Mom listened and took Frisky the next day to the vet.

    My conclusion: Everybody dies… it’s how you live that matters. My cat’s life, at that point, was nothing but pain and agony, and it would never end for him. Ending that pain was the best thing to do, despite my mother’s feelings. We humans should be able to decide when we want to end our pain, if need be. We should have the decency to end the pain of our pets as soon as possible.

    • Thanks for sharing. Some people are in denial about what others may be feeling, which means they can then put their own desires first (thus, my mother’s less-than-compassionate choice). Some choices are sad and hard, and some people seem unable to make those, no matter how rational and kind the right choice would be. (For the record, my mother’s cat wasn’t making pained noises.)

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