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Just a few, short months ago I was told my 15 year old man, Parker, had failing kidneys. My vet didn't have much say aside from "make sure he gets a lot of water" and "you'll know it's time when he stops eating". She didn't tell me the whole truth.
He was skinny but still full of life. He slept on my bed every night, followed me everywhere, played, ate all of his meals and spent plenty of time on my lap.
I had no idea how bad off he really was but after he urinated in a very odd place the other night, something deep inside me told me it might be time.
Yesterday, he ate his breakfast and lunch. He snuggled with me all day and we played together, took pictures together and he chatted to me like he always did. Aside from his weight, he seemed like he was doing pretty well. He hid the true extent of his ailing body from me. So as my partner was on her way to the vet with him, I was overcome with extreme guilt. I thought maybe it was too soon. However, the vet said he was very much dehydrated and his she suspected a tumor, not declining kidney function. She said I absolutely made the right decision as it was likely he would have went downhill at any moment. He was very sick. In fact, she was surprised he was still eating and alert at that point.
Last night was the first night in a long, long time that I went to sleep in my bed without him right beside me. I held onto his blanket he always slept on. Waking up without him here was like getting hit by a huge truck. The pain is overwhelming and I feel so empty and lost.
I rescued him about 10 years ago and he ended up rescuing me when my life took a downward spiral. He loved me through everything and ultimately became my reason for living. I feel like he stuck around as long as he did to make sure I was okay before he left me. We saved each other. I'm going to miss him forever.
So long baby boy. Thank you for being my best friend, my comforter, my world. I love you forever.
He was skinny but still full of life. He slept on my bed every night, followed me everywhere, played, ate all of his meals and spent plenty of time on my lap.
I had no idea how bad off he really was but after he urinated in a very odd place the other night, something deep inside me told me it might be time.
Yesterday, he ate his breakfast and lunch. He snuggled with me all day and we played together, took pictures together and he chatted to me like he always did. Aside from his weight, he seemed like he was doing pretty well. He hid the true extent of his ailing body from me. So as my partner was on her way to the vet with him, I was overcome with extreme guilt. I thought maybe it was too soon. However, the vet said he was very much dehydrated and his she suspected a tumor, not declining kidney function. She said I absolutely made the right decision as it was likely he would have went downhill at any moment. He was very sick. In fact, she was surprised he was still eating and alert at that point.
Last night was the first night in a long, long time that I went to sleep in my bed without him right beside me. I held onto his blanket he always slept on. Waking up without him here was like getting hit by a huge truck. The pain is overwhelming and I feel so empty and lost.
I rescued him about 10 years ago and he ended up rescuing me when my life took a downward spiral. He loved me through everything and ultimately became my reason for living. I feel like he stuck around as long as he did to make sure I was okay before he left me. We saved each other. I'm going to miss him forever.
So long baby boy. Thank you for being my best friend, my comforter, my world. I love you forever.
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