We had to make the most awful decision last night and say goodbye to our beautiful, beautiful, boy. We are heartbroken.
Yesterday morning we were concerned about his wound ( it was massive and like a road map). The vet we saw said it was breaking down and they would have to get on top of the infection before attempting to re do the operation. He was booked in for Monday with the hope the wound would hold until then.
It didnt last the day. Back at vets last night and the look on his face was enough. I asked him to be completely honest and he was. It wasn't just the wound but other areas of skin were dying. I couldn't put Ken through it, I just couldn't stand him suffering.
DS ( he's 21) is distraught. Anyone who knows Orientals/Siamese knows how strong the person bond can be. They adored each other. DS called him his child.
This is so hard to write, by doing so I'm admitting he's gone. He was only 18 months old. We'd waited 14 years to get him as I'd lost my Siamese and I wasn't ready.
I take comfort from the fact he only ever knew an existence filled with love. If only love was enough.
Apologies for the long post.