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I've had to euthanize several, but only when they were too sick to be saved and clearly suffering.
Poor Lyndon finally started having non-stop seizures (about 7 months after his radiation therapy for the tumor), and his blood sugar was spiking up to 800 and then falling to 50 ... so it was impossible to properly figure his insulin dosage.
Newton (who had Feline AIDS) got an ear infection that became necrotic. He couldn't walk or stand at the end. Winston had AIDS too ... although he was just dying of old age, but when they can't pee, poop or purr, and they stop eating or drinking ... that's when I think it's time.
I also had to euthanize on of my dearest little girls because her leukemia completely destroyed her ability to make red blood cells. She would have needed a transfusion every other few days to live ... and that would have meant exsanguinating a shelter cat ... that just seemed wrong.
It's never an easy choice, and I've cried my eyes out every time I've had to do it. However, I could never bring myself to do that because of a behavior problem.
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