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Pet Obituary II
Jack is gone. I came home today and found her.
With Meg I was more or less expecting it. She was frail and going barmy and I knew she was on the way out, and that all I could do was try and make her comfortable. But Jack, okay, she'd lost a bit of weight and was slowing down, but she was pottering round the cage last night quite happily, she wasn't wheezing like she's sometimes done in the past, a few weeks ago we'd changed her bedding to a kind that was supposed to be better for her breathing, she was nibbling things... and today she died.
I had a premonition with Meg, I had a chance to arrange some words in my head for her in advance, not really admitting to myself what I was doing. But now I'm just stunned. And even though Jack got vicious in her old age and we never really had a relationship as such, I'm wondering if I should have seen something. Done something.
Other people have bigger sorrows tonight which I don't want to belittle, but still... sigh. Goodbye, Jack. Tomorrow I'll bury you next to Meg in the flowerbed.
With Meg I was more or less expecting it. She was frail and going barmy and I knew she was on the way out, and that all I could do was try and make her comfortable. But Jack, okay, she'd lost a bit of weight and was slowing down, but she was pottering round the cage last night quite happily, she wasn't wheezing like she's sometimes done in the past, a few weeks ago we'd changed her bedding to a kind that was supposed to be better for her breathing, she was nibbling things... and today she died.
I had a premonition with Meg, I had a chance to arrange some words in my head for her in advance, not really admitting to myself what I was doing. But now I'm just stunned. And even though Jack got vicious in her old age and we never really had a relationship as such, I'm wondering if I should have seen something. Done something.
Other people have bigger sorrows tonight which I don't want to belittle, but still... sigh. Goodbye, Jack. Tomorrow I'll bury you next to Meg in the flowerbed.
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It sounds very much like how Arwen went - lost a bit of weight, slowed down - & then suddenly just died. On the upside - it's a far better way to go than to have to do the taking-to-vet thing.
[hugs] & sympathy.
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