First of all, I need to tell you that the facts that I am going to narrate in this story are completely real. It happened to me three days ago.
That day, I woke up, took a shower, had breakfast, and headed to classes. As it always happens on Wednesdays, I was a bit late. Hence, when I saw a filthy, sad, extremely skinny, and sick cat standing next to the entrance, I was not able to stop and check him. However, I couldn’t stop thinking of the sad image I had seen at my arrival to the university. As soon as my class finished, I went to see whether the cat was still at the same place. And there he was… He could barely walk, see or eat.
He was awfully skinny and dirty, had a severe infection in his eyes and snout, stank and tottered when he walked. I watched him for a while, deliberating what to do. I wanted to do something for him, but what could I do? I had only $1000 in my pocket, didn’t know any vet, and couldn’t take him home with me. I rent an apartment here in Viña and live with my brother and sister. Besides I already have a bunny as a pet, which is quite moody (really, he seems extremely cute, but he hates cats, dogs and animals in general… he is quite aggressive). Notwithstanding all this, I couldn’t leave him there; especially after seeing that he was almost run over by a car and tried to “poop” but only diarrhea came out. I went quickly to talk to Mr. Luis and his wife (they sell candies outside the university) and asked them if they could give me a box. Without even doubting, they helped me and gave me a small box so I could carry the cat. I stood next to the box that contained the cat for about ten minutes, thinking what to do. The only thing I knew at that moment was that I couldn’t let this poor animal just die there, because with only one glance, you could realize he was dying.
I took the bus carrying my box, and decided that the best thing to do was finding a veterinarian that could help him without charging. I went to a vet who is located in 3 Norte. I told him that I had found an extremely sick cat, but that I had no money. I explained him everything, but he answered: “The consultation here costs $7000. If you are looking for someone that can help the cat for free, maybe you should go ask the vet on the next block”. Was he being serious? If you are a veterinarian, aren’t you supposed to be fond of animals and care about them? I stayed speechless for some seconds and tried to explain the situation again. But he just mumbled an almost inaudible “Sorry”.
Completely shocked and angry, I searched for the other vet, who worked at “Pet City”, located in 3 Poniente. Luckily, she was very understanding and rapidly took me and the cat to another room. After examining him meticulously, she gave me the bad news. Besides the infection in his eyes and snout, the cat was dehydrated, had a severe and advanced renal dysfunction, had an acute problem in his digestive system, had problems in his skin and fur, and had a probable anemia. In other words, he was dying.
“What’s the next step, then?” I asked myself. However, the answer seemed quite obvious. There was nothing I could do. The animal was suffering and had almost no chance of survival, even if he were hospitalized and given the best treatment. But, was euthanasia the right alternative? That means killing him! Yet, after discussing all the possibilities with the veterinarian, “making the cat sleep” didn’t sound that cruel idea after all.
Was I going to leave the cat on the street and let him just die painfully? I’m not cold blooded. Was I going to take him home with me and take care of him until he finally passed away? I couldn’t even imagine having a cat in my apartment constantly meowing because of the pain, so definitely not.
The vet told me sadly that she could not take care of the cat either. So, after talking for a while, we decided to make the cat sleep. With the injection he would not get stressed nor feel pain at all. I petted this creature for a while, and he purred. It wasn’t a strong purr, but it was a purr after all.
First the veterinarian injected the cat a solution so he would relax. After a minute or to, he fell almost asleep. Then, with he cat still looking at us, she injected him the “deathly solution” directly to his heart (she could not find any vein, since the cat was too skeletal). His pupils became dilated instantly.
What happened that day still makes me deliberate whether I did the right thing or not. Maybe my mind, in its effort to protect my emotions, forces me to believe that I did not make the wrong decision. I strongly believe that animals have the right to die with dignity as well as human beings.
When people are sick, especially if they have a chronic or degenerative disease (like cancer or AIDS for instance), they are given medicines to diminish the pain. Palliative cares in humans are very common. But, what happens if the sick is an animal? Furthermore, what if that animal lives on the street? Should we ignore them and just let them suffer and die in pain? I don’t think so.
Many people think, that because they are animals, they do not feel pain. Well… let me tell you something: researchers in this field conclude that animals have also a threshold of pain Just like humans. This means that if they are injured, ill, or abused, they WILL suffer and feel pain.
I’d like you to tell me how you feel about this issue, so we can start a debate on this blog.
Alondra Cirio