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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 9:49 pm
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With only minutes before my final, ********* was out on a perch, looking... off. I offered him a treat, he didn't take it. I immediately grabbed him off the perch to check him over. There was diarrhea on the perch. I pinched his skin and it tented: Dehydration. I tried to make him drink from his bottle, he wouldn't. He started sliding down the bars of his cage, too weak to climb. I held him and gave him Pedialyte from my glider 1st aid kit drip by drip in a syringe. He was doing a little, but not much, better. I had to go to the test, but I felt sick about it. I made my mom promise she would make him drink every few minutes and after I got out I wanted to take him to the emergency vet if he wasn't looking much better.
I took my test, doing horrible, by the way, thinking about ********* the whole time. My brother texted me saying they had decided to take him in before I got home because they said they could give him subcutaneous fluids. I said, YES, thank you. I felt a little, but not much, better. As soon as I was done I told HerMajesty I was sorry but I had to go and raced out of the room. It was probably an hour since I had left *********. Rinny and Mom picked me up and just walking to the car I knew. They had been crying. I started to cry. They said ********* had died just a little after being seen by the Vet. He discovered a tumor on his stomach, a large one. After getting him back, I felt it, it was like a marble. He said that it was that tumor that killed him. He said I did the right thing with the fluids, but that he was just sicker than that. I just... I didn't know. How long has he had it? Dr. Dobson didn't catch it during his check up last month. How fast did it grow? What could I have done?
I try not to play favorites with my suggies, but I will be honest. ********* was it. I loved that little boy so much! Maybe part of it was how much he had to over come, how sickly he started out, but he was my bravest, my sweetest, my funniest, my smartest... he was my everything. ********* was my baby and now he is buried in the roses in the front yard. Dad built him a wooden casket. We buried him in the garden and then put a stepping stone that I made at Leadermete last year on top. It looks nice. I said a prayer, and put some rose petals in the hole. I also put ********* in their Lilo and Stitch pouch before putting him into the box. I just... wanted him to be comfortable in there, you know?
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 9:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 4:36 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 5:14 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 5:37 am
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Gabrielle_AnimalLuver Crew
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 5:44 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:40 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 2:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:26 pm
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