R.I.P. Stinker: 19??- 29 Nov. 2013

We had to put the last of our cats to sleep yesterday. Stinker, around 16 or so years old, was Connie's rescue cat. That's him in the picture. He enjoyed going to the greenhouse and curling up in the flower pot in better times.

It's been rough for months as his condition deteriorated, his hind legs finally becoming disfunctional the last week or so. We should have probably put him down sooner but I didn't have the guts. We made a false start Wednesday with Connie getting ready to make a phone call to take him in. She got upset, as did I, so we decided to hold off- something we shouldn't have done. 

Had I thought of it sooner, I would have called this veterinarian. She makes house calls. We both would have felt better had we been able to have him go to sleep where he was comfortable. I called her but she said she wouldn't be available until Monday.

After a long Thursday, on Friday we had to do it. We first called the Myrtletown Vet Hospital but they were apparently closed for the weekend- just another reason I hate holidays. Then we tried the place we used to go, Broadway Animal Hospital. They were open and they were able to fit us in within just a couple hours. A great relief.

They were great and took care of us as best as could have been done given the situation. The whole thing was over within 25 minutes. We brought Stinker home and buried him by his favorite bench in the back yard where he enjoyed sunning himself. Good bye, little fuzzy buddy. We'll miss you.