This is Poppy.
Poppy is nearly 17, and she is a gorgeous, sweet-natured cat. She has lived through three house moves, two dogs and two other cats, and she’s taken it all in her stride.
Her favourite thing to do is eat, bask in the sun, or sleep on my son’s bed.
Poppy has inoperable bone cancer. It’s a big tumour, very visible, growing from her chest bone.
She doesn’t ‘seem’ to be in pain – she still eats, and sleeps, and sometimes plays with our younger cat.
But I can see it’s getting more of a struggle for her to sit down, and she’s started walking quite slowly.
I can’t bear the thought that I’m letting her suffer. No 1 Son won’t hear of having her put down. His dad wants what’s best for her.
It’s an agonising dilemma, to be honest. If she was your cat, what would you do?