so, yeah... it's weird to pay someone to take a life. On January 14th I had to take my cat, Blanca, to be euthanized. It was a brutal thing for me to go through... but it was the right thing to do for her sake. She was old. And I swore to myself that I would do it as soon as she showed signs of pain. On the morning of the 14th, it was undeniable that she was in some serious pain.
I picked up her ashes the following Monday.
When I step back from the whole experience and observe it clinically, it's an odd thing to do... "I will give you money if you will kill this living thing"... and then, "Please also burn the remains to ashes and return them to me... I will pay you extra money." And, without any water in the cells, when they are turned to ashes, they weigh hardly anything at all. The whole thing is just weird.
I miss her terribly... but, I pray that when it is blood instead of poo coming out of me that someone will have the courage to euthanize me. And they don't have to request ashes... the body? yeah, I'll be done with that...
Said Rebecca.