I have two boys, siblings. They are about 18 months old and we rescued them in April this year after seeing an appeal on social media for someone to adopt them as they couldn't be separated, but no one would take 2.
They are both very cheeky and adventurous.
Yesterday I was at work and received a call from a local vet. One of my boys had been taken in after being hit by a car, they scanned him and called me.
I called dh and we went straight there. His pelvis and hips were shattered and he couldn't stand, he'd no circulation to the back of his body, it was so cold and he'd suffered severe impact injuries to one side.
The lady that bought him in is a neighbour who saw him in her garden, so we think he may have been trying to get home. The thought of him in so much pain trying to get home absolutely breaks me.
When we got to the vet he was laid down having been dosed with painkillers and he looked so tiny and helpless. I know this sounds ridiculous but I swear when I got there and spoke to him, he looked pleased to see me. I stayed talking to him and stroking him for what felt like hours, but at the same time didn't feel long enough. The decision was made for him to be put to sleep and while I know it was the right decision I'm so utterly heartbroken. He died being fussed and talked to and surrounded by love. But he is gone and I want him back.
My little shadow, my mummy's furry boy is gone. He would follow me everywhere when he was in. He'd sleep at the foot of my bed.
His brother is generally more "independent", he's out quite a lot, but they would spend time play fighting and occasionally grooming each other and chasing each other round the garden.
Last night he was fine. This morning however, he has squeaked a little, not quite a whimper. I got up with him and gave him some biscuits which he didn't eat at first.
He would go up to the cat flap and look out, not like he was wanting to go out, but like he was looking for something, then he would pad around the house into the places his brother would normally be.
He then had some biscuits and went outside (that's his normal routine).
I stayed with him while he was looking about, talking to him. He even let me stroke him a lot and pick him up and cuddle him (he usually let's you pet him a couple of times, max and he doesn't usually like being picked up).
How do I help him through this?
I feel like inside I am falling apart but I am staying strong for my son and being there for him (so is dh) but how do l also support my other little furry boy?