Goodbye to Cujo2

Oh my boy, since I brought you back from the man who named you Baily, you were such a good boy. I feel so bad that you had to go the way you did. When I was passing out the pigs' ears, I didn't think that much when you wouldn't take yours. So I went and gave the others theirs and came back to you. I saw you trying to barf. But the vet said yesterday that might happen, if so, just don't give you the keto-stuff. I made a note in my head not to give it to you. I told you I wouldn't give it to you. You barfed that white foamy stuff. I picked it up with the pooper scooper, hoping that would make you feel better. It did not. You were hunched up. You were trying to barf. You barfed this stuff and barfed this stuff.

It looked like the moose with the keto stuff in it. I wondered if you licked it off where I put it on you yesterday. But it looked like bloat. I called the vet and couldn't get through. So I took you hours away. I am sorry that it hurt so much to put you in the car. I am sorry the ride was so long and painful. I am sorry they took you in the back for an x-ray and kept you back there so long without me. I am sorry that it was bloat. I am sorry that I chose not to do a surgery. The vet said that it was bloat with torsion and it would probably mean the spleen would have to be taken. I wanted the pain to go away. You had already lost 15 pounds, from something. I was hoping you would rally. It just wasn't meant to be this time. I let them give you the juice so the pain would go away.

I think I did the right thing. The vet said it was. The girls at the desk said it was. It feels so bad though. I let you get so thin, and your coat to get bad, before making the appointment for you, and then I had to wait until Saturday. This was the third time you have lost weight like that. You were dropping weight before I went in the hospital. The bloating was probably unrelated, but I feel so bad that your last few months were sick months where you didn't want to eat.

I am glad your girls got to see you on Mother's Day. They loved you so, and you always loved them. I think your favorite thing was to sit between them as I drove them this way or that. They and you were special to each other. Can't take that away. Oh Cuji-Poojie what will I do with my big little boy? I have heard of bloat, now I know what it looks like. I don't see what I could do different. I wish I could have stopped the pain sooner. I am so sorry my boy. Run free.