|Oh, how Wolfie loved an open briefcase.|
Earlier in life than he should have, he developed acute and then chronic kidney failure. The vet prescribed subcutaneous fluid infusion three times a week, a procedure called hypodermoclysis. I had given tens of thousands of cc's of fluid intravenously over my years as a nurse, so I took on that task at home.
We gave him several rounds of subcu fluid, but he reacted more and more violently as time went on, and why wouldn't he? Hypodermoclysis is a painful, drawn out procedure that effectively blows up the fatty area on a cat's neck to three or four times its natural size.
There was no other valid option for therapy, though we did try a low-protein diet for a while, but in the end we decided that we weren't going to torture this poor guy three times a week for the rest of his life only to have him slowly waste away and die anyway. We would give him all the love we could, while we could, and let nature take its course.
That course finally ended when our favorite vet, Jim, gently, professionally, and compassionately euthanized Wolfie, just as he had euthanized three other beloved pets in the past. He came into the exam room, took one look at the waiflike cat on the table and said, "Poor little guy. He's had enough."
It was difficult, but we knew in our hearts that Jim was right, that Wolfie had indeed had enough. He died silently, calmly. I thanked Jim for his help, loaded the cat into the car, and drove him home for burial in our back yard, right next to Katie, Max, and Lucy.