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This was a hard weekend.
On Saturday, my son’s cat was diagnosed with heart failure. He had noticed her breathing strangely and panting a lot on Thursday evening after coming home from work. He texted us about it and I suggested he call the veterinarian that we usually take our cats to – they were still open. He did and was able to make an appointment to take her in on Friday morning to be examined.  The vet there confirmed that Coco’s heart sounded odd and her breathing was labored. But not being an animal cardiologist herself, the vet suggested Bevin take Coco to the large 24 hour animal hospital south of Stockholm for a more thorough and specialized exam. An appointment was made by the vet for a hospital visit an hour later, a taxi was called for them and off they went. At the hospital, it was decided to have Coco stay over night so they could keep an eye on her and do more tests and give her some medicine intravenously. I was busy with something else that day but when our son texted that he was at the animal hospital outside of town, my husband drove to the hospital and picked him up and drove him home. The vet promised to call on Saturday with more information.

Saturday was a long day. The vet kept in contact with my son, telling him how Coco was doing. She had an enlarged heart and it wasn’t doing a very good job pumping blood. But she was responding a bit to the meds they gave her. No test results were back yet. They told Bevin he could pick her up to take home at 8pm Saturday evening.

This was not the first time my son has ever experienced a much loved and critically ill pet. All three of us stood around a veterinarian’s examination table at midnight many years ago as our 20-year-old Findus lay there after having had a stroke that paralyzed his 2 hind legs. We held each other and petted Findus as he slowly passed away from the shot the vet had given him a few minutes earlier. Seven years ago Bevin went with me when I took our Pepsi to the vet after over 6 months of stomach problems that had him throwing up several times a day no matter what we did for him. That day, the vet gave us a room with dim lighting, candles and a big box of tissues, to spend time with Pepsi in, before he was calmly put to sleep. Pepsi is buried out at our country property together with Findus and his sister Tingaling under a grove of tall pine trees. Both these times it was Håkan and myself that made the fatal final decision.

Saturday evening, we picked up Bevin and drove out to the animal hospital. I went in with Bevin. Bevin took a number and when it was called both of us went up to the counter. The girl behind the counter seemed unsure who she should be talking to, sometimes looking at me and sometimes looking at Bevin. I kept looking towards Bevin when she asked a question so that she would know it was him who owned Coco and who she should address. But anyone who knows me knows that I am loud, opinionated, bossy and a bit pushy. I make no apologies for that. Anyway…we were told where to go to sit and wait for them to bring Coco out to us.  Together with Coco, the nurse brought a packet of medicines and more information about Coco’s condition. I asked questions. So did Bevin. In the car on the way back to Bevin’s apartment, he told me that I was so busy asking questions and talking that he was not able to ask the question he had been thinking of asking.

I felt terrible. I felt I had failed my son. I had gone with him to be a support for him and I had failed him!
As a parent we want to protect our children. We put small plastic things on the corners of coffee tables so when our tiny toddlers lose their balance they don’t hurt themselves if they fall against the table. We hold their hands when crossing the street so they don’t run out into traffic. We want to protect them from the pain of life. And we want to be able to continue protecting them from bad things for the rest of their lives. But we can’t. And we shouldn’t. We need to raise them so they can stand on their own two feet.

All day Sunday Bevin tried to take care of his sweet little cat. Checking her breathing. Checking that she ate – she ate very little. Giving her medicines, some of them she needed to be given 3 times a day! She didn’t like getting the meds and she mostly just lay on the floor or under the sofa. On Monday he arranged to work from home – still trying to take care of her. Anyone who has ever owned a cat knows how easy it is to give a cat medicine – not easy at all. And she needed a lot. By Monday evening, he accepted the fact that he couldn’t keep doing what he was doing. It wasn’t working and he made the decision to call the hospital on Tuesday morning and make an appointment to bring her in to relieve her of her suffering – because he could see she was suffering. Shortly after he texted us to tell us of his decision, he texted a photo of her sitting on his lap and said she had just come over to sit with him – to have him hold her. To me, it was as though she was saying thank you.

The next day we drove to the animal hospital. They showed Bevin and Coco and myself to a room – it was dimly lit with a candle and a box of tissues. She lay on a towel half in her cage. If she had been her normal self she would have been going around exploring the whole room but she was content to just lay there looking around. We stood there petting her, not saying much. Eventually we broke down and cried. I held my little boy who is taller than me and told him that yes, this was a very hard thing. The box of tissues were well needed. Finally everything was over. We could leave. They offered to do an autopsy and Bevin said ok. They will do a private cremation and he will get her ashes in a small urn. We can spread them out at the country house where she loved to catch mice.

This was the hardest decision my son has ever had to make in his young life. We can not protect our children from the hard things. We can only try to be there for them as much as we can. But sometimes life is hard and it is sad and we have to meet it as best we can. My son did good this weekend.