This was about noon.
I came back a few minutes before 2, and saw Graf running around and being her usual happy busy self. Joey was usually more laid back, but he was poitioned between the door of his cage and the upside down igloo, and this would never have been a place he chose to lay. He always stayed with Grafton until she was ready to nap too. So I went to check him. I knew from past experience he was dying when I picked him up and he didn't move in response, either to kick in protest or cling to me in agreement to some love and attention.
He was crashing fast. Mom called the vet but they told us to call some other vet, which probably means Dr. Dawn was out today. But by the time I went to call the other vet, it was pretty obvious that he was not going to make it long enough. So we made the same decision we did with Pipsqueak, and gave him some insulin to speed up the process before he hit the seizures-and-suffocation portion of death. It worked, and he only gasped once-- something I remedied with a few breathes to his open mouth... And he just... drifted away.
I am so thoroughly devastated by this, but I knew he probably wouldn't live very long. Being the runt and having the problems he had, I'm glad he had a good six months of love and happiness.
I've changed my mind about lionheads. I'm going to stick with Japanese. They are so precious, intelligent and sweet.
My Blind Boy:
Blended shades and colors of blindness
A battle you didn't deserve to have to fight
But you fought valiantly....
Holding on and living and loving
Never caring to bring harm or impatience
You were always most precious
No one could deny that...
But to be dealt a life of fighting
Kicking and screaming
You deserved so much better
In the end there was nothing
Anyone could do
God keep you, Sweet angel
In the palm of His hand
And wait there in patience
Til we meet again
Joseph "Joey" K
Sept 05- March 23 06