Sorry. Boy that sucks a lot.
When it came time for me to put down my Blue-point Siamese - stunningly beautiful cats! - who had been with me 20 years since he was a kitten, they asked me to wait in one of the exam rooms while they went to go get him after running tests. His liver and kidneys were failing of natural causes. But on the wall of this particular exam room was a poem. I think they must ask people to wait there when their pet is beyond help just so they can read it. It said...
The Last Battle If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, For this -- the last battle -- can't be won. You will be sad I understand, But don't let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me to where to my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree It is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Don't grieve that it must be you Who has to decide this thing to do; We've been so close -- we two -- these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears. -- Unknown