My old lady cat was rushed to the vet one Saturday morning last summer as I woke up to hear her really struggling to breathe right by my bed.
The vet sedated her then felt her tummy where she was able to feel a huge mass that she said was causing my baby a lot of pain and that she would never recover. It broke my heart and I sobbed like a baby but it was the kindest thing I could do for this little cat I had loved so much since she was a tiny kitten in the palm of my hand over 15 years earlier.
I'm so glad she was sedated first so she didn't feel any pain after that. She'd been off colour for a few days before but I'd just put it down to her being a bit snuffly as other than that she'd seemed fine. With hindsight, I wish I hadn't waited those couple of days as I hate to think I could have saved her that pain.
Having a much loved pet PTS is never easy, they're like your child almost, but when they're suffering too badly, it's the kindest and most loving thing we can do for them. I stayed there with my girl stroking her, kissing her & talking to her (not that she could hear me as she'd long gone deaf in her old age) right til the end had come & gone. I had her cremated and brought her home to her garden where she still is now.