We lost our precious baby tonight. He developed difficulty breathing and we rushed him to the emergency clinic. He was dehydrated and had just had his lungs aspirated Friday. The vet recently experienced the same situation with his Himilayan, co-incidentally, though I sometimes think they make stuff up to identify with your pain.
I held his little face in my hand and petted him as did Bob and he slipped away almost immediately. I don't think I've cried this much in my life, Bob too. At this moment I can't imagine ever being happy again. Sounds stupid but BooBoo conveyed to me this evening it was time to go and he thanked us. He was so very weak he could hardly walk but he was still purring as we pet him even with the damn catheter in. We know this was best for him but the worst for us. Thank you all for being so very supportive. Lynne
