You came from P@H on Sunday 24th July, an impulse buy probably against our better judgement but we couldn't leave you.
Here you were on the very first day you came home with us.
Originally named Betty for the whole of an hour until your Grandma decided she didn't like it. From then on you became Gladys. For little over a week you lived a happy life, charging around with Rita waiting until you'd got over your quarantine period before being bonded with Maisie and Peaches.
You were a shy little thing and loved to climb up peoples bodies, hide in their hair or attempt to sit on their head.
Last Sunday you seemed a bit off but by Tuesday it became clear you were really very ill. We rushed you to the emergency vets to be told you had a middle ear infection. Since then you improved and then went back to deteriorating.
In the past 24hours you've spent your time traveling to and from and eventually to again the vets before making a journey to rainbow bridge. I'm so sorry I failed you little girl, I tried everything I could but the vets just didn't know what was wrong with you. The only way they could find out was to put you under GA, the GA that killed you. They said your ears were full of puss on both sides and that the infection was quite severe. Maybe I should have insisted that they just tried a different type of antibiotics or continue with the baytril for a while longer but I trusted them. At least if I had, you'd still be here.
My heart feels like it's breaking in two. I didn't even say goodbye properly, I just stroked you on the head and walked out. If only I had known that it was the last time I'd see you, hear you mutter away to me. I tried my best, I honestly did. Me, Rita, Maisie and Peaches will miss you so much little girl.
Popcorn to your hearts content little girl, mummy loves you. x
Here you were on the very first day you came home with us.
Originally named Betty for the whole of an hour until your Grandma decided she didn't like it. From then on you became Gladys. For little over a week you lived a happy life, charging around with Rita waiting until you'd got over your quarantine period before being bonded with Maisie and Peaches.
You were a shy little thing and loved to climb up peoples bodies, hide in their hair or attempt to sit on their head.
Last Sunday you seemed a bit off but by Tuesday it became clear you were really very ill. We rushed you to the emergency vets to be told you had a middle ear infection. Since then you improved and then went back to deteriorating.
In the past 24hours you've spent your time traveling to and from and eventually to again the vets before making a journey to rainbow bridge. I'm so sorry I failed you little girl, I tried everything I could but the vets just didn't know what was wrong with you. The only way they could find out was to put you under GA, the GA that killed you. They said your ears were full of puss on both sides and that the infection was quite severe. Maybe I should have insisted that they just tried a different type of antibiotics or continue with the baytril for a while longer but I trusted them. At least if I had, you'd still be here.
My heart feels like it's breaking in two. I didn't even say goodbye properly, I just stroked you on the head and walked out. If only I had known that it was the last time I'd see you, hear you mutter away to me. I tried my best, I honestly did. Me, Rita, Maisie and Peaches will miss you so much little girl.
Popcorn to your hearts content little girl, mummy loves you. x