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Posted by: theHurtfulTurkey
A real test of a man is if he is willing to scrape a sharpened razor up and down his junk just to please a woman.
My dog, cat and goat were put down in front of me, and two of them were closer to me than most people. My cat, Queen, had a stroke outside of our house, and it was only by chance that I took the garabage out that early to hear her howling close by. Upon finding her, I took her back to my kitchen and put her on the floor. Her back end slipped and fell on the floor when she had control herself, so my mom and I thought she had been hit by a car.
We then take her to the emergency vet with me breaking down with the knowledge that I potentially will be losing a childhood friend. My mom tells me to leave with dad since I'm actually showing such emotion for a cat, and that I'm making her uncomfortable, or something along those lines. Granted, this is the same woman who told me to suck it up after my seventh (yes, seventh since my parents insist that cats are expendable and should be allowed outside to be eaten by coyotes and kill moles which aren't causing problems) cat went missing and I was randomly crying for a week, but that's besides the point, and more of a personal rant for me.
Queen is recommended to be put down by the vets since her lungs are filling with mucus and she would eventually drown to death, from the inside, without routine surgery to drain the fluid. Now, Queen routinely bit and slapped people and cats to get them to stop doing something, since she was a very fussy individual. After her stroke, it finally clicked for me that she actually held a great deal of restraint to make sure she didn't hurt us. The stroke caused her to fear for her life with the loss of her legs, and she bot me as hard as she could at one point. This particular bite pierced the skin and flesh of my hand, making me realize that she had more power than I had ever known.
An hour later, she is placed on a table for euthanization, and she wouldn't stop fighting the vet who was restraining her. The vet lets me keep her in one spot, although she's still growling and attempting to attack the vet and I, so I had to actually restrain her a little bit. I pet her and try to keep her calm, (crazily) telling her "They'll never get you" in reference to the coyotes that were likely responsible for the disappearance of our other cats. I don't remember exactly how long she stayed alive after she was injected with whatever fluid that was used to end her, and I don't think I want to, but she was gone quickly.