It's been almost a year since Andy died. Well, I guess it's been 10 months. I'm still depressed, I feel sad, I feel guilty...I still tear up when I think about him. Every time I think about Andy I see him, saucer-eyed and cowering in the corner of that oxygen tank. That was the last time I saw him. He had to spend his last 24 hours alone, and scared. I think about the time about 2 months before he died when I yelled at him for breaking my vase. Then I think about the first signs there was something wrong. One attack because I took him to the vet, and one because I tried to wash his face off. Everything just happened so fast, then he was gone. You don't plan on losing your baby at a year old; I was counting on another 15 or 20 years. I just hope he had a good life, and that he knew how much we loved him.
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11/18/08 at 6:44pm