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Originally Posted by bentley2004 My sweet little boy who greeted me at the door, came to work with me and kept me warm at night.
I had him for 2 1/2 wonderful years and was blindsided by his severe illness. He was diagnosed with lymphangiectasia on Sunday and by Wednesday was gone. I took him to the best internists and admitted him to the best animal hospital, but there was nothing they could do to save him. We even considered a last ditch effort - a plasma transfusion, but the vet had made me promise that I would not hold onto him for selfish reasons and let him go if he was in pain.
He had a very priviledged life and was the man of the house. I made many sacrificies for him and never thought twice. He was such a joy to be around....and so well behaved. He would sit on the couch on a pillow right next to my head every night and just sit and stare. I would turn around and rub his head and just giggle with pleasure.
Yesterday was hard - I went home and was faced with all his little toys. I'd washed his bowls in preparation of his return and instead had to tuck them away in a drawer. Then I feel the guilt....could have I done anything differently....
I rest in knowing that I did the best I could - and even though I couldn't save him, he knew. He knew that I was there, wrapping him tight in his little blanket, whispering in his ear and kissing his little head.
God - I hope it gets easier..... |
I am soo sorry for your loss, sounds like you did everything that could be done. He is now @ the Rainbow Bridge playing and healthy !