Larissa98
New Born Pup
Last week, I lost my old man Jos Louis. For better or worse, he was a fighter and had such a drive to live. He required specialised care for the last year of his life, but I promised him that as long as he was happy, curious and had a little bit of 'popcorn' in him, I wouldn't give up. His last week was tough, although still curious and snugly, he lost his squeak and his appetite. I was stuck in that unbearable place of having to decide if I would have to use vet assistance to help him pass and prevent him from starving in his final days. He'd been receiving Critical Care to maintain weight for over a year and loved it, but refused it towards the end. The day before my 'call-vet-deadline', I found that he'd passed in his sleep. Both heartbreak and relief hit me that morning. He was such a lively boy and I will miss him dearly. His sisters grieved for a day or two, but were comforted by each-others presence. I find comfort in them as well, knowing that each of my piggies is extremely loved, and that Jos was surrounded in that love until the end. The night before his passing, he had some floor time with the girls, gave a good few zooms, greeted each of our cats, our dog, and each human with a sniff. I like to think that he knew that was his final good bye.
Rest well Mr. Handsome, you were a good boy <3
Rest well Mr. Handsome, you were a good boy <3
sleep tight Jos xx
