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Help. I don't know what to do.
I have an appointment at the vets at 4.30 for Robin to be helped to Rainbow Bridge. He's been phenomenal, but he lost the use of his back right leg 11 days ago, his tummy is still difficult to manage and now his teeth are playing up too. He is just too frail and tired for yet more poking around at the vets.
After an initial bad first night when his legs failed him, he has been very determined, eating for England and dragging himself around at quite a pace. He'd been coping very well, but the last day or so has been less good.
He's eating some veggies now, after a morning when he has been very flat and I'm scared to death I've made the wrong decision. He will liven up for both veggies and syringed food and to move himself around, but mostly he is very quiet and looks very weary.
I am not coping with this very well at all. I keep having panic attacks and I don't trust my instincts anymore. I am finding it impossible to separate how Robin was before all this, asleep most of the time, moving little and eating everything in sight, to how he is now, which frankly is essentially the same.
Am I having him put to sleep for acting like an elderly rabbit, which he is?
I am so angry with myself for being so useless, but I am really struggling to see how Robin is objectively. I've always had animals pts a day earlier rather than later and always known it was the right thing to do, but I feel blind here.
I have had Robin for nearly 8 years. He was a rescue and very frightened. He's had dental issues his whole time with me and we have a very special bond. I know he loves me very much and he is the air I breathe. I absolutely do not want to keep him alive for me. His life is his own. This is 100% about Robin. But I have never felt so frightened in my whole life. I am suffocated with guilt after every animal of mine dies. I have PTSD because of horrendous things I've seen and I can't get this wrong. I will be haunted for ever if I do this too soon or too late.
I know I sound deranged and hate to think it seems as though I'm too useless to have animals. But I honestly don't know what to do. Part of me thinks that if I'm not sure, maybe it isn't time. To reiterate, I would have him pts this second if I was certain it was the right thing to do for Robin, but I don't know if it's quite time yet. Maybe I'll know for sure tomorrow, but I felt I knew for sure earlier.
I'm so sorry, but any advice is greatly appreciated. x
I have an appointment at the vets at 4.30 for Robin to be helped to Rainbow Bridge. He's been phenomenal, but he lost the use of his back right leg 11 days ago, his tummy is still difficult to manage and now his teeth are playing up too. He is just too frail and tired for yet more poking around at the vets.
After an initial bad first night when his legs failed him, he has been very determined, eating for England and dragging himself around at quite a pace. He'd been coping very well, but the last day or so has been less good.
He's eating some veggies now, after a morning when he has been very flat and I'm scared to death I've made the wrong decision. He will liven up for both veggies and syringed food and to move himself around, but mostly he is very quiet and looks very weary.
I am not coping with this very well at all. I keep having panic attacks and I don't trust my instincts anymore. I am finding it impossible to separate how Robin was before all this, asleep most of the time, moving little and eating everything in sight, to how he is now, which frankly is essentially the same.
Am I having him put to sleep for acting like an elderly rabbit, which he is?
I am so angry with myself for being so useless, but I am really struggling to see how Robin is objectively. I've always had animals pts a day earlier rather than later and always known it was the right thing to do, but I feel blind here.
I have had Robin for nearly 8 years. He was a rescue and very frightened. He's had dental issues his whole time with me and we have a very special bond. I know he loves me very much and he is the air I breathe. I absolutely do not want to keep him alive for me. His life is his own. This is 100% about Robin. But I have never felt so frightened in my whole life. I am suffocated with guilt after every animal of mine dies. I have PTSD because of horrendous things I've seen and I can't get this wrong. I will be haunted for ever if I do this too soon or too late.
I know I sound deranged and hate to think it seems as though I'm too useless to have animals. But I honestly don't know what to do. Part of me thinks that if I'm not sure, maybe it isn't time. To reiterate, I would have him pts this second if I was certain it was the right thing to do for Robin, but I don't know if it's quite time yet. Maybe I'll know for sure tomorrow, but I felt I knew for sure earlier.
I'm so sorry, but any advice is greatly appreciated. x