Last week my partner and I had to make the decision to let our sweet, perfect Puffy go. Her illness and mobility issues were from e. cuniculi or arthritis but lymphoma that had metastasized throughout her body. Her limb weakness spread from her rear leg to all four limbs and no matter how much or what we fed her, she just got skinnier. We took her to the veterinary college, who ultimately delivered the terrible news.
The wheelchair we ordered for her came today. Even as her health declined, we still had so much hope that she would pull through. We talked about what we would do for her in the coming years not knowing that there would only be days left. We really thought that we would get to see her grow old. She was so sweet, so personable. She soaked up our love and attention like a little sponge. I’ve told other people about her, but no one else really gets it. She felt like something secret, special and magical, like a little unicorn that lived in our house. I miss my baby girl so much. I would have done anything for her. Losing her feels like experiencing grief for the first time again. It hurts so much it feels new.
by yoothdecay