Celine, our beloved fat kitty, had a stroke that left her partially paralyzed on the left side. We took her to the vet hoping she would get better; but later last week she apparently had another stroke and developed an aortic clot that left her back legs totally paralyzed. After spending a day carrying her everywhere she needed to go, including holding her up so she could use the litter box, and having her lose bladder control in the middle of the night... we called the vet because we knew she wasn't getting better.
The vet said her prognosis wasn't good and he agreed that it would be terribly stressful for her to endure another 4 hour truck ride into town... especially considering that the kindest thing to do would be to end her suffering. This is one of those harsh realities of wilderness living... we had to shoot her ourselves with my 9mm. It was extremely horrifying and difficult to do, but I didn't want her to have to endure the misery of her condition any longer just because I was being a twit about it. I won't go into any more gorey detail, since I'm sure none of you need that vision stuck in your head like it's stuck in mine :(