Join Date: Jul 2011
Location: Winston-Salem, NC
Oh my.. That's so sad : /
Being in a situation where you can't do much about anything is really hard when it comes to a beloved pet. Especially when you're too young to have any real say in what happens. I'm sorry for your loss, but I am happy you were able to come to terms with what happened. I'll get there eventually. I hope, heh.
Things were a little different with my mother. When I first took Baby in, I was still young. We had a German Shepherd mix, a Pomeranian, and 2 cats. One tortie/Siamese and one all white cat.
My mother has been an alcoholic since before I was born. 26 years later, she's still plagued with it, but refuses to see it. Now, around the time that I took Baby in, my mom was going to a bar down the street from our house while she was still technically on the clock, and she was driving her work van. Some people finally noticed and she got in serious trouble for it. Longer story shorter, she was spending every last dollar she had on drinking, and for long periods of time there would be no people or animal food in the house. Around that time, I turned 16 so, I found my first job. It was only a few hours a week, but the $60 or so that I got per week was enough for me to buy some food for the animals, and the rest went to my mom.
I was so happy when I decided I needed to move in with my boyfriend at the time, and Baby and Diablo were more than welcomed. I had to get away from my mother, but I always kept an eye on the animals to make sure they were okay. Eventually, my mom messed up again and had to move and get rid of the cats. I couldn't take them as we already had a house full (still feel guilty for that too!) so mom wound up giving the tortie/siamese cat to her friend, and my aunt kept Claire, our white cat for a few months. And then Claire was moved to my Aunt Jackie's house, where she disappeared. Starr (tortie/Siamese) was hit by a car, just like her 3 brothers.. At the same house, on the same road. I knew it was going to happen, as the woman my mom gave her to was a bit of a cat hoarder and she never kept her eyes on them..
Della, my mom kept alive for a good year longer than she should have. She had a long, happy life of 14 years with us, making her about 16 when she was put to sleep. This is when my mom's drinking really spiraled into something terrible. Della was senile, she couldn't hear, and she had a really bad hip so she could barely walk. She suffered for the last year of her life, but mom couldn't bring herself to have her put to sleep. Once she finally did, she was buried on a beautiful mountain side by a lake - somewhere Della absolutely loved being when she was a healthy dog.
I've never understood why I hold so much guilt over what happened to my animals growing up.. I've always had more love for animals than I have for most people, and it's always physically pained me to see an animal in pain or sick. My whole life, I nursed sick kittens, rabbits, birds and the like back to health. You would think the good things I've done for them would out-weigh the loss, huh?
Also, my apologies for this being so long, I know I trailed off of one subject and went directly into another. I guess I needed to finally get that off my chest.