I thought it would be so much longer before I had to write these words. My dear sweet Furball has passed on. He had a stroke earlier today, then he got much worse. He lost all ability to move, even helped to stand he couldn't do it. We took him back to the emergency vet for a 2nd time today, and she gave us a few options. Option #1: we could give him a steroid to try to minimize further damage, and go home with him and some anti-seizure medication. Option #2: we could leave him hospitalized, but he might not make it, and we wouldn't be there for his passing. Option #3: we could help him cross peacefully into heaven. The vet said that he most
likely had either a brain tumor or clot, and that the chances of any form of recovery were very slim. An MRI or CAT scan would show what was happening, but even with that knowledge there would not be much they could do. She also said that it was highly likely he was going
to get much worse very quickly. She was shocked at how quickly he deteriorated in the few short hours between seeing him. His front and back legs were very stiff. He was not in any pain, but he would have been had we waited much longer. As much as we didn't want to make that choice, we had to help him pass peacefully.
Thank God that he didn't cry on the car ride to the vet's office. We had him wrapped in his favorite blanket, and he just layed there quietly. At the vet's office, we had time to say our goodbyes. We spent some time alone with him in the vet's office, since the vet
had another emergency to handle also. We used that time to say our goodbyes. Then she came in with the needle. We did not have a tranquilizer, and he didn't meow or cry out or anything. My husband kept petting him and talking to him, and I layed my head in front of his so I could stare into his eyes, so he would know I was there
with him, and I kept petting him and telling him how much I love him. Then he was gone. It was very peaceful. We took him home and buried him in the backyard. We buried him in the towel he would lay on when we brushed him. We put a little catnip toy of a blue mouse in there with him, as he would always give that mouse a kiss
whenever he played with it. In moving him from the blanket to the towel, I could see that it was just his shell remaining...my precious Furball was gone. Thank God he passed peacefully with his mommy and daddy with him. Thank God that we had him for just over 25 months. Thank God that he had a wonderful quality of life right
up until the those last few hours, and even in those final hours he was not in pain. Thank God that we learned 5 weeks ago when he was diagnosed with PKD and CRF and that we would be losing him...it gave us precious time to really give him the extra love he deserved.
I don't know how I can go on. My dear sweet Furball, my precious baby... I pray that he found his way safely to Heaven, and that he knows how very much we love him. I pray that he can forgive me the promise to him that I had to break; I had promised him when the time came to help him cross that it would be at home, with us. But today is a Sunday, and this couldn't wait. I don't know what I'll do when I wake up throughout the night, feeling behind my pillow and beside me for my baby, looking around the house for him in the middle of
the night, when I come in the house and wait for my greeting, when he rushes to the door so we can all sit on the back patio. What will I do without my Furball?
I have just one last favor to ask...could you please say a prayer for my wonderful Furball, that he makes it safely to Heaven, and that he knows how very much we love him. If any soul on this earth ever deserved Heaven, it's my Furball. So please pray for him.
Amy
likely had either a brain tumor or clot, and that the chances of any form of recovery were very slim. An MRI or CAT scan would show what was happening, but even with that knowledge there would not be much they could do. She also said that it was highly likely he was going
to get much worse very quickly. She was shocked at how quickly he deteriorated in the few short hours between seeing him. His front and back legs were very stiff. He was not in any pain, but he would have been had we waited much longer. As much as we didn't want to make that choice, we had to help him pass peacefully.
Thank God that he didn't cry on the car ride to the vet's office. We had him wrapped in his favorite blanket, and he just layed there quietly. At the vet's office, we had time to say our goodbyes. We spent some time alone with him in the vet's office, since the vet
had another emergency to handle also. We used that time to say our goodbyes. Then she came in with the needle. We did not have a tranquilizer, and he didn't meow or cry out or anything. My husband kept petting him and talking to him, and I layed my head in front of his so I could stare into his eyes, so he would know I was there
with him, and I kept petting him and telling him how much I love him. Then he was gone. It was very peaceful. We took him home and buried him in the backyard. We buried him in the towel he would lay on when we brushed him. We put a little catnip toy of a blue mouse in there with him, as he would always give that mouse a kiss
whenever he played with it. In moving him from the blanket to the towel, I could see that it was just his shell remaining...my precious Furball was gone. Thank God he passed peacefully with his mommy and daddy with him. Thank God that we had him for just over 25 months. Thank God that he had a wonderful quality of life right
up until the those last few hours, and even in those final hours he was not in pain. Thank God that we learned 5 weeks ago when he was diagnosed with PKD and CRF and that we would be losing him...it gave us precious time to really give him the extra love he deserved.
I don't know how I can go on. My dear sweet Furball, my precious baby... I pray that he found his way safely to Heaven, and that he knows how very much we love him. I pray that he can forgive me the promise to him that I had to break; I had promised him when the time came to help him cross that it would be at home, with us. But today is a Sunday, and this couldn't wait. I don't know what I'll do when I wake up throughout the night, feeling behind my pillow and beside me for my baby, looking around the house for him in the middle of
the night, when I come in the house and wait for my greeting, when he rushes to the door so we can all sit on the back patio. What will I do without my Furball?
I have just one last favor to ask...could you please say a prayer for my wonderful Furball, that he makes it safely to Heaven, and that he knows how very much we love him. If any soul on this earth ever deserved Heaven, it's my Furball. So please pray for him.
Amy
