Years ago, we made an appointment for the following day to put down our cat when she was getting really old and it was obvious it was the end. She was in pain, and the right thing was to put her out of her misery. And that night she just died on her own in front of me while my wife was at some meeting or something.

It was kind of freaky watching that cat die of old age. Breathing all funny, eyes a little dried out because she had stopped blinking, and then not breathing any more.

I didn't realize she had saved us $650 by doing that. Nice parting gift.

I agree with everything you said IM Fuck Jean she is a cunt.

What asshole vet charges $650 to euthanize an animal? :eyebrow: Mine charges less than $50 Are you talking about cremation too?

My partner and I have owned 5 cats/2 dogs in 31 years and they have all felt the loving hand of their owners/heard the 'good boy/girl' at the end of their lives. No kids for us, but when it's our time to go, I think they'll all be waiting to welcome us back home. Beautiful sentiments Grav.

Hm. This article/blog is not about Jean. Or Cocoa. imho

Apparently an Aussie vet charging in US dollars?

Cost me almost 400 for Gaines, but I had come home from having dinner with the parents (me and dad's b-day) and he was bad off. So at 11 on a Saturday night I drove an hour to an all-hours vet clinic south of here. They gave him something like valium to calm him down. As I comforted him he thumped his tail...that ornery devil knew I was with him. He was going on 16 years old.

My ex buried him with my other kitties..

My long time vet was semi-retired, but i probably could have called him. He's such a good man, an old-fashioned country vet, if you will. But i was upset and not thinking and being 'too scared to be obtrusive.'

He was the last of my 4 cats and i haven't gotten one since. But I'm not one to jump in and out of relationships like it's a fucking jumprope game. Oh, and I'm not a selfish asshole.

It was a sunday night. She had a twisted stomach. She had a dicky heart all her life and the vet didnt think she would survive an op so recommended putting her to sleep there and then. So the kids came up faep and said their goodbyes and then i stayed with her till the end. Yes we had her cremated. Hr ashes re still here in fact long side my mum and brothers ashes. She was originally my mums dog but became ours after mum died. We still have mums cat, but i think she wont have too many more seasons now.

When I buried our cat in the soft soil near our house, I found some nice large rocks to use to top off the grave, as a sort of marker and to keep any scavengers from digging her up.

My son, who must have been around 4 years old at the time, remarked that the rocks were to "keep her from getting out." Looking back, I wonder if that's where his fascination with zombies started. He's a big zombie apocalypse prepper. When shit gets real, and the zombies come, we'll be in really good shape. He even has a fortress scoped out.

$650, $400?!?! What the fuck, man? JFC!

Best friend's best friend was sent to his eternal reward for $80.

On a Sunday.

There had to be other services rendered for $400, or $650.

God damn.



ETA: Ah, just saw Ali's last post.

When we put Kung Pao Kitty to sleep, it only cost $170.00 for everything.

In this context, that's an unfortunate choice of words, no?

Sheba was a great dane cross. Very large dog. We dont have a yard big enough to bury anything that size without people wondering if i killed my husband! I think the vet fee was about $150 - $200 and the rest was the cremation fee.

Sheba was the best dog ever. She was worth ten times that and more. A piece of my heart died forever the day we lost her. :(

Our beautiful Molly lived for a whole year after her stroke. She improved dramatically on a home-cooked diet, so I did that for her. She got around with an Eddie's Wheels cart. She had another stroke two days before Christmas and seemed to be in pain ... the kids (all grown, all had known her from a pup) were in tears, and so were we.

Putting her down was terrible. I thought it would be best, but she looked at us with so much trust and love just before the injection, and then ... we killed her. My husband and I couldn't stop crying. I still don't feel right about it.

Maybe Jean is an MBA and the author is a whacko extremist. That would explain things.

RIP Cocoa.

From memory:

The Cat Got Dead

by Heywood Banks

You can sing that poem to the tune of 'thank god i'm a country boy'. Its funnier.