It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you I made the decision yesterday (30th. January 2007) to have my beautiful, gentle Zeta put to sleep. She drifted off to sleep peacefully, while I sat on the floor with her head upside down on my lap rubbing her ears and tickling her chest.
For a while she had been having trouble with her eyes, every morning she had creams and drops administered, sometimes they looked quite sore. Despite this, my girl sat lovingly by my side with her paw on my knee as I cleaned them. Her sight had been checked regularly and it was clear her corneas were scarred, but we thought with the operation to lift her brow out of her line of vision, drawing near, that she would regain most of her sight. However, recently she had began stumbling and bumping into things more and more often.
Yesterday's appointment told me what in my heart I already knew, that her sight had deteriorated to such an extent that the operation would have been futile. With the quality of life she could've expected I decided it was in her best interests to let her go. It was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made, she was just 3 years old!