Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of when we lost Tomie, and I'm having some feelings about it. It's really hard for me when pets don't live to old age- Tomie was only 3.5 years when she died, it feels like she should still be here. She had underlying issues with hyperthyroidism that we had investigated and were trying to get her meds optimized so that she could gain and hold onto weight normally. She developed laboured breathing and was being treated for a respiratory infection, but after a couple of days of antibiotics she was breathing much easier and really did seem like she was coming out on top and I breathed a premature sigh of relief. My husband and my daughter both saw her up at the food bowl between 7 and 8 a.m., but I found her collapsed around 10 a.m. and she passed in my daughter's arms while we tried to drive her to the vet. Looking at her and having been through the dying process with pigs before, I'm positive that there's nothing that the vet could have done anyhow, but we tried to get her there just in case. I just miss her and I wish that she could have been a medical success story- we worked so hard to help manage her hyperthyroidism and she was actually starting to even gain a bit of weight just before she got sick. I always wonder whether she had a more serious underlying condition because we didn't know WHY she was hyperthyroid... vet couldn't feel a lump but her blood tests were notably hyperthyroid. I guess if I knew she had thyroid cancer or something (we could never rule it in or out based on blood/physical exam) I would feel better about her passing. Not really knowing what went wrong makes it harder somehow.
Anyways, we're thinking of you, Tomie. One trip around the sun without you and we still miss you every day. We love you. We wish you were here.
Anyways, we're thinking of you, Tomie. One trip around the sun without you and we still miss you every day. We love you. We wish you were here.