Goodnight, Sweet Prince
Jul22
on July 22, 2014
at 7:59 pm
Chapter: Goodnight, Sweet Prince
Characters: Charlie Buonaugura, Finn MacArthur
Location: Finn & Charlie's home
If you’re a new reader, you should probably go back two days for context. This comic isn’t usually sad, but I can’t tell this story without at least one sad day.
I dread having to make that decision for my two. Lovely comic.
Some day, but hopefully not soon. Don’t think about it.
I’m tearing up; all the memories about having to put down one of my own babies; ugh, hold it together I am at work. What a poignant strip today. Thank you.
Poor Scudder! Poor Finn and Charlie. I hope they get another cat when they’re ready. They’re good pet parents.
When my partner and I were faced with the same dilemma, we chose door number 1. To this day, he refers to our decision as “the day we murdered ‘X’.” I feel sorry for anyone who has had to cope with the ethical wrestling that accompanies these decisions. F&C got lucky. . . still sucks though.
My husband and I have been there twice. Once is the story this is based on—we made the appointment, and the poor guy died overnight right before it was to happen. I then worried that we’d maybe waited to long and he’d suffered needlessly. The second time, we made the appointment, and went through with it. It was traumatic, but I don’t regret it. I’m sorry your partner still feels bad about it. It’s certainly an awful experience.
My family went through a similar thing when I was in high school. My dog was extremely old, my father took him to the vet. The vet said that considering his age and how many health problem he had, we would need to consider putting him down. My dad was bringing him him so we could discuss what to do as a family… but my dog to quote your strip “beat us to the punch”, and abruptly passed away in the backseat nearly immediately after leaving the vet’s office.
It still hurts thinking about. I still regret I wasn’t with him. He’d been my best friend through 3 moves, and I always thought I’d be at his side like he was at mine.
Six times. They beat me to the punch twice. My current batch are mostly young but it never gets any easier. The only ‘easy’ one I had pretty well nursed for the better part of a year through increasingly bad health and remains my most expensive cat ever; vomited into a brand-new MacBook Pro and killed it, vomited into a power strip and almost caused a fire. When her kidneys went it was time and while I miss the young, healthy her, I know I did everything I possibly could for her, and it helps.
Not enough, but it helps.