We lost Mr. Peepers in the early hours of the morning. He was relatively fine yesterday, despite the cold-like symptoms, and then quickly went downhill late last night. By the time we got him to the emergency vet, his symptoms were so broad and numerous and he was so unstable that they couldn’t even begin to figure out what was wrong. When he started having seizures in the ED, we talked to the doctor and made the hard decision to help him pass.
I’m just gutted today. I feel numb, and heavy, and tired, and sore. I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night, so I dozed most of today. I called in sick today, which was probably the best decision to make. I don’t think I could have mentally handled work today.
I just can’t believe he’s gone.
He was so young too – only about 4. I have a vet friend that thinks that there was probably something congenital going on that caused what appeared to be a cold to take such a drastic turn. Knowing that doesn’t really help, though.
I just want to go back to last week when all he had was a clean bill of health from the vet and a minor eye infection.
This year isn’t starting out well – we lost Watson in January, and now Peeps.
Hug your pets a little tighter tonight.