Yesterday morning, I picked Nutmeg up, and she couldn't grip onto my shoulder and couldn't stand properly. The family are debating things, like her medicine making her dizzy, etc etc.
I took her to the vets...again, and they said her lymph nodes had swollen up so much she really couldn't breathe and she was suffering, and that she had had a stroke in the night. We had a choice of medicine to see if she could last a few weeks longer, but she was never going to recover.
I made the choice to put her to sleep, and to end her suffering. I held her in the car for one last cuddle and she gave me loads of kisses (Or licking up my tears)
Rest in peace baby Nutmeg (Technically 3 isn't a baby, but my other 5 were still babies even though 3 were 8)
I took her to the vets...again, and they said her lymph nodes had swollen up so much she really couldn't breathe and she was suffering, and that she had had a stroke in the night. We had a choice of medicine to see if she could last a few weeks longer, but she was never going to recover.
I made the choice to put her to sleep, and to end her suffering. I held her in the car for one last cuddle and she gave me loads of kisses (Or licking up my tears)
Rest in peace baby Nutmeg (Technically 3 isn't a baby, but my other 5 were still babies even though 3 were 8)