Jun 06, 2010 16:03
Hugo died. He had wonky back legs and I thought he might have taken a knock so I took him to the vet, who thought he may either have had a fall or be suffering from a parasite and gave me meds just in case. I took him home and he was fine, chasing Lola for grapes and climbing the cage bars.
fell asleep late in the afternoon and woke up to find him staggering about looking miserable. As I went for the cage he began fitting.When I took him out he couldn't hold himself up, his little body was all twisted and he looked so scared and unhappy.
Anyway long story short at 11.30 we're at the emergency vets. The same vet who had seen him happy and thriving twelve hours earlier told me there was nothing else to do for him but put him to sleep.
I cannot believe I signed a form authorising the death of my little fluffbomb. He just was looking up at me whenever he wasn't fitting with these huge miserable eyes. I stayed with him while he died but tbh I don't think he had any idea I was there.
Lola is fine. She doesn't seem to have noticed he's gone yet. Logically I want her bonded again but I'm in the they're-just-going-to-die-on-me stage. I don't understand why or how this could happen so fast.