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There can be guilt when choosing euthanasia. Below are words from a pet guardian to help you know it may be the right choice and then a poem from a pet's perspective follows.
A good dog deserved a good death
A good death means release from suffering, being at home on his own bed with his people and dogs and cat family around him.
Euthanasia is humane. We have to use morphine --and lots of it -- to ease humans out of life. We don't have that option for pets, but euthanasia is swifter and (having just watched a morphine death and a euthanasia) kinder.
In my increasing experiences, I've suffered from thinking I euthanized too early; too late; not at all. While there is guilt about the first ("might s/he have lasted a few more days?" "could there have been something else I could have done?") there is way more guilt in knowing I let the pet suffer in any way.
Being a pet guardian means making the right choices for the pet, even when the choices are hard and cause the guardian to suffer.
Choosing euthanasia at the appropriate time is indeed a great act of love for your pet, involving courage and selflessness and what you and your veterinarian determine are the pet's best interests, not yours.
-I hope this can help you. Sally
Poem from Pet's Perspective
You're giving me a special gift, So sorrowfully endowed, And through these last few cherished days, Your courage makes me proud.
But really, love is knowing When your best friend is in pain, And understanding earthly acts Will only be in vain.
So looking deep into your eyes, Beyond, into your soul, I see in you the magic, that will Once more make me whole.
The strength that you possess, Is why I look to you today, To do this thing that must be done, For it's the only way.
That strength is why I've followed you, And chose you as my friend, And why I've loved you all these years... My partner 'til the end.
Please, understand just what this gift, You're giving, means to me, It gives me back the strength I've lost, And all my dignity.
You take a stand on my behalf, For that is what friends do. And know that what you do is right, For I believe it too.
So one last time, I breathe your scent, And through your hand I feel, The courage that's within you, To now grant me this appeal.
Cut the leash that holds me here, Dear friend, and let me run, Once more a strong and steady dog (cat), My pain and struggle done.
And don't despair my passing, For I won't be far away, Forever here, within your heart, And memory I'll stay.
I'll be there watching over you, Your ever faithful friend, And in your memories I'll play, ... a young pet once again.
In Memory of Asta, Feb. 1997 (c) Karen Clouston <="">