I don't know if there is anyone still in my life that would know him by this name, but shmerph (inbucus) passed away today. He was 14 and my first baby. He moved with me at least 15 times (even had a short stay with a friend) and he was a constant while other animals, and people came in and out of my life. I'm incredibly sad but at least he isn't in pain any more.
This came about suddenly- last week he was fine, this week he became more fatigued and then we noticed the struggling to breathe. The vet was a disappointing experience-I'm not sure if it was because they didn't want to tell me he was basically dying and be sensitive to a desire to keep him alive or if they wanted to milk some money out of me- but they ran $600 worth of tests which came to the conclusion that it's heart failure and possibly cancer. Meds would only help for a short while and he would still be suffering. We decided to euthanize him today. We decided not to be in the room due to the extra cost (which is ridiculous imo), but maybe it was a way for me to avoid my own pain of watching him pass. We were able to take his body and have created as best we could a grave for him in the front yard.
It's been an emotional few months with our pets- we have gone from a 3 pet family to a 1 pet family- I have no regrets, our dog is in a better home for him, and my cat was old and it was his time. But it's been hard...
Maybe if I have time I will write Incubus's little life story- or at least the stuff I experienced with him...
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