Written February 15, 2008
I lay on the purple velvet couch in the euthanasia room. Soft new age music wafted out of the tiny boom box on the floor. A water fountain burbled on the altar before me, next to clusters of aromatic oil bottles nestled on a tray. And on my stomach I held my beloved cat of 18 years, “Punky” (short for Pumpkin). He was suffering from the end stages of kitty diabetes. His right front leg was taped, holding in the needles for the fluids which would follow.
I had gone in earlier to be able to spend time with Punky before our 5 pm “appointment” with the veterinarian. My eyes were filled with tears, making it hard to see into his eyes as I pet him. But I did not want to move my hands away from stroking his now boney body which was shutting down, cooling right before me.
At five, Doctor Schwartz entered gravely and started talking. Blah, blah, blah…(medical stuff about Punky’s compromised liver), blah, blah, blah (that I could have given him appetite stimulants, but they had bad side effects), blah, blah, blah (that he was 18 years already, a good life time for a cat). At this, I can begin to listen. “If you asked me what I’d do if he were my own cat, I’d say that this is a good option. I know you’ve been devoted to him. You are not killing him; you’re preserving the end quality of his life.” At such a time, his kindness was a great gift. He was validating me and my choice to have Punky put to sleep.
That validation has helped me through the few days since then. It reminds me of how important it can be when we are in pain to know that another person thinks that we and our actions make sense.
Recieving validation is the opposite of recieving another’s contempt. A loved one’s contempt often provokes either straight out feelings of inadequacy -shame. Or we can jump to the anger which can feel like a more powerful choice in response to the other’s contempt.
Validation of another is a gift to them. And I am appreciating my gift.