The death of a pet is a traumatic experience. Both of our cats passed last year. One we had had for almost 20 years. That final trip to the vet where you know what is going to happen is absolutely brutal. They are members of your family and it is tough to say goodbye. And afterward I had to come home and tell the kids. I vowed to take a long break from being a pet owner after that. They bring a lot of joy but their life spans are relatively short. One thing I won't miss, though, are the bills from the vet. The cats had higher medical bills than I did.
As a kid, we always had pets; three German shepherds, (one was actually my Dad's work dog as he was a Boston Police Officer and was a member of the K-9 unit) and countless cats............as a kid, everything is swell, Mom and Dad take the pets to the vet, not the kids.
Fast forward to adulthood and as I've stated, myself and my girlfriend had at one time 5 cats; they are a ball, I had a lot of fun with them.............until one by one they got sick. We lost our first one on my birthday, December 28th two and a half years ago, she had stopped eating, took her to the vet, they found a tumor, that was that.
The vet told me the bad news, she asked if I wanted to be here when they gave her the dose of whatever it is, I said yes..................holy smokes was that brutal, she literally died in my arms........................very traumatic.
Then another of our cats about two years ago stopped eating, I took him to a pet hospital as it was on a weekend, they had him for three days, couldn't tell me what was wrong with him; 3,500.00 later, they did a MRI/Scan and found two tumors.......................he died in my arms too.
Then shortly after that, two of our cats started losing weight, took them one by one to the vet, both had thyroid issues, had to put them on meds............half a pill in the am, half in the pm to get the thyroid under control.................man was that stressful, sometimes one would not get the full dose, back and forth to the vet numerous times for blood work, too high, too low, too high, too low, it caused a lot of stress.
One passed away last April, the other last July....................a double whammy, we're down to one. And as you said, that final ride to the vet; it's brutal.
I'm with you; once her time is up, I'm taking a break. Don't get me wrong, I love pets, but as you said, the vet bills, the stress and then when they pass does a number on you...............................