Years ago as newlyweds, we brought Yemen home from a pet store as an impulse buy. Today, we laid our hands on our elderly kitty while the vet put him to sleep. Last week he seemed perfectly fine to us. Today we rushed him to the vet, thinking he had undergone a seizure. In less than a week he lost 1/2 his body weight, had a temperature of 94 degrees and was 25% dehydrated. Without hospitalizing him and putting him through a series of diagnostic tests, the vet's best guess was that he was in full kidney failure, due to the size of his kidneys (that he could feel). He was very sick and clearly in a lot of pain. We made the decision we felt was the kindest for him.
Surprisingly, with all the pets I have, and have had in my life, I've never been through the procedure of putting them to sleep at the vet. Marshall was by my side when it happened, grieving with me. As difficult as it was, I was glad to be there when Yemen breathed his last breath.
Having now experienced two unexpected pet deaths in less than a month's time, I feel like my heart has been through the ringer.