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So tonight we had to rush our beautiful boy to the emergency vets. He’s been in fine health and we’ve been preparing for our pending emigration. I’d just cut out a photo to put in his pet passport (there’s a place for a photo so thought why not).
He’d been his usually snuggly bug and had decided to go and lie in his duvet box with the little foam mattress and duvet I’d made (he decided it was now his box on the arrival of our new duvet), he got up and yowled and walked across the lounge with a back leg trailing, he went and hid in the bookcase and we coaxed him out gently and both legs had gone and his breathing had got very rattly.
We rushed him to the emergency vet and they told us his heart was failing and they expected it was a blood clot cutting off the circulation to his back legs, he had a significant amount of fluid in his lungs.
We had to let him go, she explained there were things that could be tried but the prognosis was poor, there wasn’t hesitation in our decision, they can’t fix it and he’s in so much pain. Unfortunately, he bit right through my finger whilst I was trying to comfort him on the way to the vets (he then proceeded to chew at the bars of the cage he was in), so I had a vet too, have to go for antibiotics to A&E first thing.
He has been by my side for 9 years, I end up carrying him around the house on my hip like a small child if he’s been lying on me and I need to get up as he doesn’t want to get off me. Without fail, wherever he is in the house, if I went to the downstairs loo he’d be in there like a shot as he hated doors being pushed to (or worst closed!), if he’d been out in the garden he’d come back in the house and shout until I called his name and he’d run and find me. Dare to sit on the sofa with feet on the coffee table and he’d be on your legs until all feeling went (he was 7.5kgs).
He’s passed every annual health check with no issues and every vet has fallen in love with him and the vet nurses have cuddled him amazed at his enormous feet (everything about him was big) to his incredibly fluffy tail.
I can’t believe he has gone. Not sure I know how I will cope without him. Hubby goes away tomorrow back abroad, so I’m all alone again. We’ve had a horrific few months as our young grandson was taken off life support and sent home to die and we are waiting every day for a phone call. We are in the middle of a house sale and pending emigration.
Sorry for the rant, my mental health is feeling so fragile and to lose my best little bud has made me feel so helpless.
A heartfelt hug to everyone who has lost someone special recently. xx
He’d been his usually snuggly bug and had decided to go and lie in his duvet box with the little foam mattress and duvet I’d made (he decided it was now his box on the arrival of our new duvet), he got up and yowled and walked across the lounge with a back leg trailing, he went and hid in the bookcase and we coaxed him out gently and both legs had gone and his breathing had got very rattly.
We rushed him to the emergency vet and they told us his heart was failing and they expected it was a blood clot cutting off the circulation to his back legs, he had a significant amount of fluid in his lungs.
We had to let him go, she explained there were things that could be tried but the prognosis was poor, there wasn’t hesitation in our decision, they can’t fix it and he’s in so much pain. Unfortunately, he bit right through my finger whilst I was trying to comfort him on the way to the vets (he then proceeded to chew at the bars of the cage he was in), so I had a vet too, have to go for antibiotics to A&E first thing.
He has been by my side for 9 years, I end up carrying him around the house on my hip like a small child if he’s been lying on me and I need to get up as he doesn’t want to get off me. Without fail, wherever he is in the house, if I went to the downstairs loo he’d be in there like a shot as he hated doors being pushed to (or worst closed!), if he’d been out in the garden he’d come back in the house and shout until I called his name and he’d run and find me. Dare to sit on the sofa with feet on the coffee table and he’d be on your legs until all feeling went (he was 7.5kgs).
He’s passed every annual health check with no issues and every vet has fallen in love with him and the vet nurses have cuddled him amazed at his enormous feet (everything about him was big) to his incredibly fluffy tail.
I can’t believe he has gone. Not sure I know how I will cope without him. Hubby goes away tomorrow back abroad, so I’m all alone again. We’ve had a horrific few months as our young grandson was taken off life support and sent home to die and we are waiting every day for a phone call. We are in the middle of a house sale and pending emigration.
Sorry for the rant, my mental health is feeling so fragile and to lose my best little bud has made me feel so helpless.
A heartfelt hug to everyone who has lost someone special recently. xx
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he sounded the best!
