Sad subject but hoping its ok to talk about it a little here as unable to get the words out to anyone in RL.
Had to escort my gorgeous Panther Jake across the bridge last week, aged 15.
He was diagnosed with CKD in May this year and put up a hell of a fight against it but ultimately its a cruel & hideous disease that cannot be cured. His will to live and love remained unbelievably strong until the end.
Buried myself in caring for his remaining brother & work after the initial heartbreak the night that he left but received a condolence card from his vet today (complete w packet of forget me not seeds) which is of course lovely of the practice but has rather brought the grief back full force.
With hindsight, i kept him with me for far too long but really hard while caught up in the dynamic of being ‘mum’ who ought to have been able to fix this for him, like all the other wounds & scrapes he acquired periodically.
So weird to look at pics comparing how he was (muscular bruiser basically) to skin & bones at the end. While the disease was progressing, looking back felt like unnecessary wallowing but again, with hindsight, it would have been better to have realised just how much he’d declined & released him earlier.
Thank you for listening, sorry for the sad essay and please do share stories/pics of your own losses, recent or historic if you feel up to it.
Thank you for a glorious 5 years cheeky Panther, love you always x x Chief Slave & your brother who is also your name twin.
Pic of Mr P in his glory days of course