It's a very sad day. Actually a sad week. First my Aunt passed away, and tonight I had to put my baby down. I wonder if the Lord really knows how much we can bear because I feel I can't handle much more.
My baby has not been feeling good for a few days now. He quit eating about 3 days ago. I tried everything to get him to eat. The vet gave him some pills for infections, but he didn't seem to get better. My husband has been gone for 3 weeks and he was suppose to return home today. I know my poor baby was waiting for his daddy to come home before he died. My hubby had been home no more than an hour, when Yancy started to have seizures. It broke my heart when he would howl after having one. We called the vet and rushed him in. There was nothing we could do but let him go. I petted his brow and told him it was ok for him to cross over the bridge. I told him to go find Billy and play to his hearts content, that I would see him later. I kissed and held him while he went. It is very hard losing a fur baby. I have never had children, so these little souls are my children. I feel like my heart is breaking. A part of my family is missing.