Just went for a walk and made up my mind to use this forum to try to help me see things from as many angles as possible. I want to do my best to make sure I go into this with my eyes wide open. I owe him that much.
Yesterday I arranged with the vet to have my oldest cat (Mr. D, almost 13 years old) euthanized at home this coming Tuesday. The vet has checked blood and urin and found nothing of significance. Besides some suspected arthritis (of which he is being treated) and possible senility he his in perfect health; optimal weight, shiny coat and clear eyes. And I have made the decision to end his life.
D has been urinating in the home for the past 10 years or so. It started when we lived in a small-ish flat and I worked with feral cats, bringing home the smells on my work clothes and shoes. From then it has progressed, and his house soiling no longer seems to be set off by significant stressors, it's just part of his normal behavior.
D is of an oriental breed and very much an active, energetic and in-your-face personality. He is very straight forward and uncomplicated; what you see is what you get - and you tend to get it whether you like it or not. His energy is very strong, honest and focused. When he sleeps he sleeps heavily. When he eats he does so with gusto, when he plays he doesn't hold back, and when he showers you with affection he does so with body and soul.
And he triggers my reactions oh so bad.
I have trouble with physical contact. It didn't use to include the contact with my pets, but from the occational reaction (maybe every other month or so) from the time I got him as a kitten, it is now a daily occurrence and my reactions have become stronger. And out of the three cats and one dog, contact with D probably sets off 90% of the reactions. I have noticed how my view of him has changed over the past couple of years. I have always loved him, and always will, but sometimes I just don't like him very much. And this pains me. I feel like a failure as an owner.
The last year or so I have had encreasing trouble with how I handle his house soiling. I have yelled at him and even chased him around the house until he ran outside and I could shut the door (needing to keep him away from me until I had better control of myself). I am so appalled and frustrated and scared of myself when that happens. I started to push him away when he came close and I can see the difference in the quality and quantity of the contact I initiate with the other cats versus him.
Feeling like I have reached the end of my ability to cope with D, both in terms of house soiling and physical contact, but primarily the house soiling, has come up a handful of times in this last year. Out of frustration/annoyance but also out of sadness/grief. I made a promise to him - and to myself - that if I was ever going to decide to end his life over this, I would do so out of love. That doesn't sound right... I'm not sure how to put it. I didn't want it to be a snap decision based in anger and resentment.
I don't think I have done that. It is a somewhat resigned feeling. Of loosing or giving up on a long lasting struggle. I am so sorry. But I don't want to continue on this road, avoiding him and getting angry at him.
I am not asking you to tell me if I'm right or wrong, or to condone my decision. Actually I am not entirely sure what it is I want. I think I am hoping that someone might have had similar experiences, or just the insight/knowledge to see aspects of this situation that I am not aware of. It hurts to keep turning over the thoughts and feelings related to this, but if I am going to say goodbye to D on Tuesday I need to know that I have done my best to make sure I am not doing to blindly. I hope I am making some sense here. I will add if more comes up. Questions are welcome, even if they might be painful. I am trying to face this as openly and honestly as I can.
Yesterday I arranged with the vet to have my oldest cat (Mr. D, almost 13 years old) euthanized at home this coming Tuesday. The vet has checked blood and urin and found nothing of significance. Besides some suspected arthritis (of which he is being treated) and possible senility he his in perfect health; optimal weight, shiny coat and clear eyes. And I have made the decision to end his life.
D has been urinating in the home for the past 10 years or so. It started when we lived in a small-ish flat and I worked with feral cats, bringing home the smells on my work clothes and shoes. From then it has progressed, and his house soiling no longer seems to be set off by significant stressors, it's just part of his normal behavior.
D is of an oriental breed and very much an active, energetic and in-your-face personality. He is very straight forward and uncomplicated; what you see is what you get - and you tend to get it whether you like it or not. His energy is very strong, honest and focused. When he sleeps he sleeps heavily. When he eats he does so with gusto, when he plays he doesn't hold back, and when he showers you with affection he does so with body and soul.
And he triggers my reactions oh so bad.
I have trouble with physical contact. It didn't use to include the contact with my pets, but from the occational reaction (maybe every other month or so) from the time I got him as a kitten, it is now a daily occurrence and my reactions have become stronger. And out of the three cats and one dog, contact with D probably sets off 90% of the reactions. I have noticed how my view of him has changed over the past couple of years. I have always loved him, and always will, but sometimes I just don't like him very much. And this pains me. I feel like a failure as an owner.
The last year or so I have had encreasing trouble with how I handle his house soiling. I have yelled at him and even chased him around the house until he ran outside and I could shut the door (needing to keep him away from me until I had better control of myself). I am so appalled and frustrated and scared of myself when that happens. I started to push him away when he came close and I can see the difference in the quality and quantity of the contact I initiate with the other cats versus him.
Feeling like I have reached the end of my ability to cope with D, both in terms of house soiling and physical contact, but primarily the house soiling, has come up a handful of times in this last year. Out of frustration/annoyance but also out of sadness/grief. I made a promise to him - and to myself - that if I was ever going to decide to end his life over this, I would do so out of love. That doesn't sound right... I'm not sure how to put it. I didn't want it to be a snap decision based in anger and resentment.
I don't think I have done that. It is a somewhat resigned feeling. Of loosing or giving up on a long lasting struggle. I am so sorry. But I don't want to continue on this road, avoiding him and getting angry at him.
I am not asking you to tell me if I'm right or wrong, or to condone my decision. Actually I am not entirely sure what it is I want. I think I am hoping that someone might have had similar experiences, or just the insight/knowledge to see aspects of this situation that I am not aware of. It hurts to keep turning over the thoughts and feelings related to this, but if I am going to say goodbye to D on Tuesday I need to know that I have done my best to make sure I am not doing to blindly. I hope I am making some sense here. I will add if more comes up. Questions are welcome, even if they might be painful. I am trying to face this as openly and honestly as I can.