Yesterday afternoon, I said my last good by to Gryffon.
On Wednesday, he started peeing blood. He was at this time, happy, bright, and energetic, and was started on antibiotics for a bladder infection while waiting for the urine analysis report to come back from the lab.
Friday he wouldn't eat, slept most of the day. Saturday morning, I took him in for an emergency vet appt. He wasn't eating, drinking, peeing at all, was lethargic, and could hardly get up and move without help. The lab results were back, it was not a UTI. Ultrasound showed several masses, his abdomen cavity was full of blood. There was nothing we could do at this stage. He went calmly and peacefully, but his presence is still with me.
He was a week shy from his 9th birthday, still young-at-heart, and full of light.
Showing a bit of grey around the muzzle.
He loved his cats, the cats loved him.
He could be serious,
And sometimes, just a bit weird:
Sleep well big boy - you'll always be with me.