When my Mom died (complications from cancer and trying to remove it), she was essentially allowed to suffocate over the course of 24 hours while we slowly delivered her pain meds. We could request more pain meds every certain number of times. I had to sit there watching my Mom suffocate so that everyone could have the plausible deniability of being the one that actually were the straw that broke the camel's back and caused her death. Everyone knew she was going to die, the decision was made not to go any further, and we let her endure another 24 hours of suffering.
I had to put my dog down a few months earlier and the whole time staring at my Mom suffering, I thought exactly what you just said. It's a sad society when my dog has more dignity in death than my Mom.
stupid stoic cats don't tell you what's wrong before it's too late. he was only 9 :(
Stupid stoic cats indeed. The only way I could tell she had the bladder stone was when she started peeing outside the litter box. Miss her to this day.
When we adopted him, we were told he was about 7 years, but he had a really shitty mouth from living in the wild (and a sore above his tail and an eye infection), so we planned on getting his mouth fixed ASAP.
We brought him in, dropped about $2k on dental work, but during prep for the surgery, they discovered he had a kidney disease that was only common in older cats, like 12-15. So he was around twice as old as we thought he was.
So on to kidney-healthy food he went and we prepared to only have maybe a couple years with our wonderful boy, when during a routine check-up to see how the food was working, we discovered a large mass. Cancerous or not, it was right on his pancreas, and any operation would have left serious doubts of recovery, especially considering his state.
We had him for about three months after fixing his mouth. He was a lot happier for it, and we don't begrudge the money and improvement of his lifestyle, but damn, to go from "we're fixing your mouth so you can have a long and healthy life" to euthanizing the poor guy four months later really fuckin' stung.
If cats weren't so stoic we could maybe have done something about it while it was still small enough to safely operate.
> There's something greatly fucked up about our society when we help our dogs die with more dignity than we do ourselves.
And I agree! I've said it for years: our animals die more dignified deaths than many humans.
Dr Jack Kevorkian should have been lauded, instead he was given jail.
We could have kept him alive. He would have lived maybe hours, maybe weeks, but sooner or later, the cancer was going to kill him. We could have gone into "treatment"... removed his spleen (which might kill him then and there), followed by intensive chemotherapy. That might have gotten him months, but at the cost of great suffering.
We did what was best for him, not for us. If I had my way, he'd be curled up on the couch next to me right now.
Now if the misguided Puritans didn't have their way everybody would be able to die with the amount of dignity they need to make it to the end of the race. Why, because God has provided us with all the tools we need to control pain, but the powers-that-be (really they are the pain-givers either intentionally or just out of ignorance) deny this to us --think about all the places that put people in jail for growing a plant, or otherwise prohibiting scientists to their jobs to make things better.
My inner St Francis tells me that we euthanize animals at the correct time because of our love and respect for them, and there's no consequence for their souls. But for our fellow man, we provide care to its natural end so that we can all live forever.
Frank T. McAndrew did a great job with this article. I think about this stuff all the time because for me it's infinitely interesting, but in my case, I put a Catholic spin on it.
It was my understanding that suicide was an irredeemable sin in your religion. Otherwise, why wouldn't every Christian that is convinced they will go to heaven not commit suicide after some form of Room 101-style soul purification? Otherwise you're leaving it up to chance that you'll make an irredeemable mistake in the future.
I don't have any skin in the game, I'm just confused why the most logical course of action wouldn't be to make your path to heaven as fast as possible?
At what cost?
And I keep thinking that's how I want to go... not in a hospital, wasting money on last-ditch efforts. I want to be at home, surrounded by the people who love me, listening to them tell each other stories about me. And when it's time, I want a doctor to deliver a painless injection to stop my heart and let me go in peace.
There's something greatly fucked up about our society when we help our dogs die with more dignity than we do ourselves.
(fwiw, Rubucac died of hemangiosarcoma, a dog-specific cancer. It attacks the cells lining the inside of blood vessels, causing them to grow random, structurally deficient ways. It usually starts in the spleen, and spreads very quickly. The new blood vessels rupture, causing internal bleeding. By the time it is discovered (usually due to weakness from the bleeding, or often, the dog just dying right on the spot), it has already spread throughout the body due to circulation. Dogs only last a few weeks at best before they die of internal bleeding, heart attack, or stroke, and treatment options are invasive and largely ineffective. I'm glad humans don't get it.)