Yesterday I had to say goodbye to one of my fur babies. Kaspar was not looking well at all when I woke up in the morning. He lay curled up in a corner and was breathing heavily. I picked him up and his stomach was really bloated. He tried walking, but fell over and let out a tiny scream. I screamed as well. He was clearly in a lot of pain.
I got an appointment at the vet and drove down there. The vet examined him and found a tumour in his abdomen. He had to be put down, my precious baby. I felt so helpless. He had shown no signs of being in pain before that morning. He was my little one and there was nothing I could do to help him. He fell asleep on my chest, my fingers stroking over his tiny body. Isn’t it funny how you can come to love a mere 125 grams of pure fluff so much?
I have my other fur babies, luckily. They know something has been up and have been trying to distract me with more playtime than usual and comforting snuggles. They’re good like that.