She told me that the poor kitty had to choose between a medicine that will make her feel ok, but slowly kill her, or she could skip the meds, live longer, but feel like shit.
Quality, or quantity are the choices.
So today I begin the slow murder of my geriatric kitty.
She's had 17 good years, and will probably still get one more. I guess we can't complain.
Ya, it was my call to make. I'm confident that murder is the humane choice.
I watched my other elderly cat die slow and painful last year. If it gets to the point where life = pain, then life has become worthless.
With the meds, she will be comfortable, and then die suddenly.
I hope I can do the same some day.
But not soon.
It's always a tough choice, personally I always opt for the pain drugs for myself and when I'm completely enfeebled and there's no hope of getting back to a life where I can gain some enjoyment I hope someone euthanizes me. It's extremely tough following through with tough choices like this but knowing you did right by your cat really helps with the torment of those lingering "what if" questions.
I agree with your choice. Living with chronic pain is not a good way to live. Elevating that pain but shortening ones life is the preferable path.