I went to say my goodbyes on Tuesday night. Claud had an appointment with the vet yesterday to end his life. I was glad to see that despite all his troubles – kidney failure, weak back legs, trouble peeing – there was still a sufficiency of Claud about him.
He even sat on my knee for a while.
We raised our glasses in a toast to him; a distinguished old gentleman who had the best whiskers for miles, and who certainly wasn’t behind the door when good looks, charm and personality were given out.
How do you decide when the moment has come to let your pet go? Octavia didn’t want him to be at the point where he was suffering so much there was no joy in his life, and so arranged for the vet to come to the house. I believe she made the right decision. Phoebe, Claud’s housemate for many years, had a similar visit a few weeks ago. Cancer riddled her body and she was fading. Further intervention would have been cruel.
Which means the Grey Ninja is the only cat in the house. Mind you, she had her paws full with domestic duties on Tuesday evening.
We drank more wine and watched her.