I never thought that I would have to say goodbye so very soon. I adopted Ernie October 13th of this year from a "no kill" shelter and was so excited to add him to my family. He was wonderful and very sweet; falling in love with him was very easy to do. He was 5 months when I adopted him and just turned 6 months.
Ernie became very sick very quickly. One day he seemed to be doing well then he literally just started to go downhill so fast. Looking back I realize he was sick for the majority of time I had him and sometimes I feel maybe there was something I could have done to prevent his illness but he lost his battle to FIP November 14.
On Sat. Nov 3 Ernie went to the vet because he was not doing well and was diagnosed with a URI. His eating and drinking decreased until it ceased altogether. Sunday November 11 his stomach started to look bloated and by Monday you could see that it was abnormally big. Tuesday, I made an appointment to see the vet the next day. By Wed. Ernie was throwing up and having diarrhea and his stomach had become even bigger. By Wed night Ernie was having some neurological problems and I had to make a very difficult decision. Although I felt that he may have had FIP I really never believed that I would be losing him that night, never.
I saw the vet at the shelter because the expense had gotten high for me and we were scheduled to see his vet today for a follow up. The shelter vet was amazing and everyone was so loving and kind. I did not ask them if they were going to put Ernie to sleep. I asked what I should do. They said just leave Ernie with us; they let me say goodbye to him which felt like an impossible task. I then gave him to a very sweet women working there who he seemed to take to (maybe he remembered her), took one last look at him in her arms left.
I will always remember Ernie and my only regret Is that i did not take enough photos with him and my family.
You will forever be in my heart Ernie, I love you.
Ernie became very sick very quickly. One day he seemed to be doing well then he literally just started to go downhill so fast. Looking back I realize he was sick for the majority of time I had him and sometimes I feel maybe there was something I could have done to prevent his illness but he lost his battle to FIP November 14.
On Sat. Nov 3 Ernie went to the vet because he was not doing well and was diagnosed with a URI. His eating and drinking decreased until it ceased altogether. Sunday November 11 his stomach started to look bloated and by Monday you could see that it was abnormally big. Tuesday, I made an appointment to see the vet the next day. By Wed. Ernie was throwing up and having diarrhea and his stomach had become even bigger. By Wed night Ernie was having some neurological problems and I had to make a very difficult decision. Although I felt that he may have had FIP I really never believed that I would be losing him that night, never.
I saw the vet at the shelter because the expense had gotten high for me and we were scheduled to see his vet today for a follow up. The shelter vet was amazing and everyone was so loving and kind. I did not ask them if they were going to put Ernie to sleep. I asked what I should do. They said just leave Ernie with us; they let me say goodbye to him which felt like an impossible task. I then gave him to a very sweet women working there who he seemed to take to (maybe he remembered her), took one last look at him in her arms left.
I will always remember Ernie and my only regret Is that i did not take enough photos with him and my family.
You will forever be in my heart Ernie, I love you.
