Euthanasia and Fabien. 2010.

Euthanasia:

From the Greek meaning ‘good death’. The act of putting to death painlessly or allowing to die, due to suffering pain or disease or something else as horrible. Basically, putting someone out of their misery. It’s killing by kindness, suposedly. Still, I feel like a murderer again and the guilt is heavy on my heart.

January 1st, Fabien was obviously suffering from something, most probably a brain tumour. Due to his very large (over 22kg) size and other things; in retrospect it pointed to a probable pituary gland tumour. The tallest and longest Burmese Cross I’ve ever seen. Which is not many, hence having to put my trust yet again, in the greater knowledge of others (The Vets).

I took the decision to get him euthanaised after he lost it completely and tried to take me down like a gazelle. I’d never heard a cat scream in terror and go absolutely wild, until the year before, when he went bananas at the vets, when I left him to have a tooth taken out. So I knew that this time, it really went too far to come back from.

Four months later, I have scars all over; the most noticeable on my hand (where he cut straight into a vein). My battle scars will always remind me of him. This is something that I hold onto.

There’s a film called ‘Barbarella’, in which stars Jane Fonda. I love that film. We should have a revolution and adopt their suicide booths for instant euthanasia. I don’t advocate being chucked into the dodgy Matmuss nor horrible painful deaths they offer though!

A booth to walk into , with our cats, when we decide enough is enough… didn’t (some of) the Egyptians take their cats with them.