|Claude - 1998 - 10/19/2010|
"Day after day, week after week, month after month, time is passing and Claws is still at the shelter... He got a new friend, Nuclear, they are so sweet together. But she will probably be adopted soon and Claws will be alone again. I don't know what else I could do for him. It is so sad that people are not able to appreciate this wonderful cat."
"Honestly speaking, I feel very confused. What should we do with the more demanding cats? Like Claws for example. Is it fair to keep him at the shelter for years? Is any life better than death? Where is the point when you say that it is enough... Claws is sweet and friendly towards people he knows but will hide from strangers. What are the chances somebody will adopt him? My heart is broken... my mind is confused... what shall I do?"
|Claude with his BFF Odessa|
Claude had become morbidly obese. Over the past year he slimmed down nicely. But it was apparent that was not a good thing. Along with the weight loss came excessive water drinking and excessive urinaton - brick size clumps that had to be chiseled out of the litter box. All was not well but Claude was happy and we did have that agreement not to intervene until the end. Over this past weekend he started a rapid downhill spiral. He suddenly became skin and bones, his eyes looked painful, he was eliminating inappropriately, Claude was not Claude. Yet he never missed a meal. Yesterday, when I walked up to Claude and touched him on the head for the first time in 10 years, there was no longer any doubt - it was time. It was almost effortless to slide Claude into the carrier - no trapping or tricking needed. Claude was sedated at the emergency clinic and we spent the last minutes together with me stroking his head and Claude apparently liking it. He would lift his head and look at me if I stopped petting him. I like to think he was grateful for having been given a life on his terms, not mine, and for letting that life end peacefully when it was time.