Goodnight Sweet Prince...
Last night I made the hard decision to have Siebert put down. He didn't respond to the prednisone and was just so thin. He was taken to the vet a half hour ago and other than a little bit of vomiting after the first injection, he quietly passed on. "He just had no fight left in him," the Vet said sadly.
This was within a couple of weeks of adopting Siebert. "Ima steal ur chair."
Some of us are trying to sleep here.
I alternate between bawling my eyes out and feeling perfectly calm because I know this is what had to be done.
The vet's office is really nice; everything was taken care of beforehand. I have decided to have him cremated, and the vets arrange everything for me with a local pet crematorium and will call me when his ashes are ready to be picked up.
I took a paw print this afternoon and am considering making it a tattoo.
This was within a couple of weeks of adopting Siebert. "Ima steal ur chair."
Some of us are trying to sleep here.
I alternate between bawling my eyes out and feeling perfectly calm because I know this is what had to be done.
The vet's office is really nice; everything was taken care of beforehand. I have decided to have him cremated, and the vets arrange everything for me with a local pet crematorium and will call me when his ashes are ready to be picked up.
I took a paw print this afternoon and am considering making it a tattoo.