My baby boy Bugsy passed way last night. 17 years and 8 months. I rescued him when he was only (approx) 4 months old.
I came home from work last night and picked him up from his bed to greet him and he was so weak. I started cleaning his eyes and nose with a cloth and he just looked at me so sad. All of sudden he started panting badly. Held him in my arms while Todd drove us to emergency vet. He peed on me while in the car, raised his head up a couple of times then laid back down on my chest. Panting terribly. He seemed mentally to be out of it and just stayed curled up in my arms.
We got there and they put him in an oxygen bed, but then he started to slip. They were going to try to run a bunch of tests, but then he went into failure. They tried CPR, but he didn’t make it. I know God knew I couldn’t have made a decision to euthanize, so I’m grateful that I didn’t have to and they said he went quickly and peacefully. I am glad he’s no long suffering. He had so much pus and some kind of mass built up in his throat which the vets never caught. She assessed he probably had some kind of underlying condition, cancer possibly, that should’ve shown up in recent blood tests. So hard not to not have guilt or think about what more could we, should we have done, what the vets missed...
Our hearts are broken and I’m devastated to have lost my baby boy...love you forever #bugsycat and I will see you again