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Jan 30, 2009 15:14

I had to have Dwayne put to sleep on Wednesday afternoon. His hair started to fall out really bad last week or so and I took him to the vet for it on Tuesday because he was kinda acting funky.

They said it was probably a brain tumor, and because of the no fur thing, he caught pneumonia. Then on Tuesday night he started having seizures that hurt so bad he started biting at everything and hitting his head with his paws.

I figured he would be dead by the time I woke up on Wednesday, but he wasn't. Then I figured he would be dead by the time I got home from work, and he wasn't. But he was having really difficult time breathing and his head was just shaking and he wasn't moving so I went in to the vet and had him put to sleep because he was obviously in a lot of pain.

He was such a fighter that they have to give him TWO doses of the medicine straight into his heart because he just wouldn't give up. My baby. I miss him so much already. I completely forgot what my life was even like before I got him.

I buried him in the back yard under the esperanza tree. For those of you who don't know what that means, it means hope, which is all I have left at this point.











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