I’ve woken up and it wasn’t a bad dream.
On Saturday our ailing cat, 16 years old suddenly deteriorated and had to be put to sleep.
Then suddenly Sunday morning, our gorgeous floofy 8 years old boy was absolutely not himself on his walk. Walking paces behind me. Not interested in other dogs coming up. We felt his stomach suddenly looked a bit bloated.
We called the emergency vet, took him in, he said he would run some tests. Called back an hour later - come back quickly he is deteriorating rapidly.
Turns out he had cancer of the spleen that had moved to his lungs, and he’d had a massive bleed into his abdomen. We were there in time to see him, sedated, and be with him when he was put to sleep.
We are broken. Dc3 (14) came with us to say goodbye, so brave. Dc (20) was about to start shift, and wanted to go to work. Dc (21) is abroad and not back until Wednesday so we don’t want to say anything until then. I don’t know how to tell them… they went and picked him up as a puppy.
I feel embarrassed at how distraught I am. The three of just cried and cried on and off last night. I think partly the shock: he was absolutely fine, and suddenly, he’s gone. And on the back of the cat. And DH is sooo sad - dog was a family dog but was really really DH’s dog, and the love of DH’s life.
We don’t know what to do with ourselves. Usually we would go for a walk … but there seems little point without our gorgeous boy. Who deserved more years.