Yes he did - you!I would know its the right thing too do. But when you're there, you look at them, and they're alive, and you look at the syringe, and thats the thing thats gonna take them away from you. I spose I'd become uncontrolably selfish.
The only one I ever cried over was a ginger stray cat was brought in after being hit by a car.
It didn't move except for when it had seizures or vomited. It would soil itself and it would run all through its matted hair.
Our head vet wanted to put it to sleep when it first arrived, but i begged him to give it a go. It deserved some attention for once in its life.
Everyday, I was the one to take the half dead, floppy, un-loved cat out of the cage, wash it, clean out the cage and lay it back down.
It was kept alive for 4 days until it finally passed on its own.
I regret it now, I wish we had just put it to sleep in the first place. But at the time, I'm sure you know the feeling when there just has to be something you can do for it. I just broke down when it died. I had put so much effort into it. I think I was just overwhelemed(sp?)
Poor thing, didn't even have anyone to say they loved him and they would miss him before he died.The animals that arn't leaving anyone important behind is one of the hardest. Never loved, never cared for..