*disclaimer this thread is not prompted by or as a response to anything or anyone on here and is merely a result of my own musings about my own animals*
Over the last few weeks I have been musing about the above, prompted by Merrys potential impending op and the fact that my pets are all now middle aged or more. How do you decide when enough is enough and are we as animal lover sometimes driven to continue with care for our own needs rather than the pets?
When Timmy pig died a few months ago I was very upset and one of the things I said was that it wasnt fair he was only three. A very wise lady pointed out to me that he didnt know he was only three all he knew was he had had a great life been poorly for a few hours and that was it and I feel she was correct in that that was what matters. It got me thinking, had he recovered and lived for another two years but needed constant meds and had days of being quite ill who would benefit from keeping him alive me or him? are there worse things than being pts?
Over the last few weeks I have been musing about the above, prompted by Merrys potential impending op and the fact that my pets are all now middle aged or more. How do you decide when enough is enough and are we as animal lover sometimes driven to continue with care for our own needs rather than the pets?
When Timmy pig died a few months ago I was very upset and one of the things I said was that it wasnt fair he was only three. A very wise lady pointed out to me that he didnt know he was only three all he knew was he had had a great life been poorly for a few hours and that was it and I feel she was correct in that that was what matters. It got me thinking, had he recovered and lived for another two years but needed constant meds and had days of being quite ill who would benefit from keeping him alive me or him? are there worse things than being pts?