Ennie called up our old vet in Cleveland. Dr. Pencis over at Woodland Veterinary. We had to get a second opinion about what our course of action should be.
I have to say it is nice to hear someone start talking sense.
To have someone confirm that what we’re thinking is really the right way of doing things is valuable. And this isn’t just paying someone to tell you what you want to hear. This is talking to someone who you trust and saying that you’re doing the right thing.
The vet we went to here is young. Too young to have shaken off her training and excitement about new tools and techniques. Too young to really bring on the compassion.
Doctor Pencis talked to us. She didn’t have to. Hell, we’re a few thousand miles away.
She did. She listened.
That’s compassion.
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It’s not happy, but at least the doctor we trust isn’t saying to do massive and inhumane surgery to the poor little kitty.
It sucks no matter how you look at things… what I want is to minimize the amount of suck there is to go around.
Yes, sad. But look, everyone has to die. Has to! Death is batting 1000 (Kuwait had no taxes when I was there, so even taxes are not batting that high). I know you’re in the middle of it so its hard but imagine for a moment what you would say if this was your best friend’s cat. You’d say, it’s metastatic cancer! Take one lump out and another one steps up. Instead, let the poor cat go! He’s probably suffering enough. He can’t live forever so why prolong the misery. I’m in the situation that I describe and I can honestly tell you that you are absolutely doing the right thing. Instead of submitting him to tests and surgery, give him his favorite cat food. Play a little bit extra with the laser light. And when his journey is complete (as all ours will be too one day), sit back and contemplate how awesome it was.