I think that what made it more difficult for me was that I was reading things into the situation, trying to read Puddy's mind. Just when I'd had myself convinced that her quality of life was gone and that I'd need to help her make her trip to the Bridge, then I'd change my mind and think to myself "Ok, I wouldn't like to spend all my time alone and in the bathroom yet but how do I know that Puddy doesn't like it? Cats aren't people and their likes and dislikes are different from ours". Worse yet, just like Taz, Puddy would go up and down. She wanted to be alone and I'd be at my computer bawling when suddenly she'd come downstairs. Just for a few minutes but enough to give me hope. It's as if she was saying "Don't give up on me, Mom" but yet, that's what I wanted to believe she was thinking.

Puddy's situation was similar to Taz's but different because of her senility. I was waiting for the meds to kick in that were supposed to help w/that and when Lara (Emeraldgreen) suggested that I try injecting the B vitamins in her subq bag and Puddy became her hold self again, then I didn't know what to think! However, that lasted for only 2 days and then she was gone. Her breathing became labored and THAT'S when I knew that it was time. As it turned out, though, true to form, Puddy went on her own w/out any help from me or Dr. Lee.

I've had other times when the situation was cut and dried and there was no doubt what needed to be done. I would love to be able to say "Here's when you should do it" because I wanted someone to say that to me, too, but all I heard was "You'll know". So, unfortunately, all I can say to you is the same. "You'll know". That and keep the faythe.