The vet (Dr. Abby – the one who has tended Tigger throughout this entire process), told me she could try to draw some of the fluid out of his lungs and that might make him more comfortable, but she didn’t know how long that would last. But I couldn’t do that to him. As hard as it was, I had to let him go.
The vet did let me know way back in January that this condition was eventually going to kill him. She said it could happen next week or next year or even 2 years from then. He was either going to have a heart attack or heart failure or his lungs would fill up so much he would not be able to breathe. I gave Tigger many hugs in the following months, knowing that any day might be his last. So on one hand, I was prepared. On the other hand, I was not. It was just too soon. But Tigger’s suffering is over. And yes, I could see it in his eyes this morning how much he was suffering as he struggled to breathe.
I was an hour and 43 minutes late for work. I managed to get through the workday without crying, though the tears did flow at the vet when Tigger drew his last breath. But I almost lost it near the end of my shift when a song came on the radio “Take Good Care of my Baby”. And I asked God to take good care of my baby, Tigger. I’m trying not to cry as I wrote this, but it’s hard.
Rest in peace, my Tigger. I’m going to miss you and I will never forget you.
The vet (Dr. Abby – the one who has tended Tigger throughout this entire process), told me she could try to draw some of the fluid out of his lungs and that might make him more comfortable, but she didn’t know how long that would last. But I couldn’t do that to him. As hard as it was, I had to let him go.
The vet did let me know way back in January that this condition was eventually going to kill him. She said it could happen next week or next year or even 2 years from then. He was either going to have a heart attack or heart failure or his lungs would fill up so much he would not be able to breathe. I gave Tigger many hugs in the following months, knowing that any day might be his last. So on one hand, I was prepared. On the other hand, I was not. It was just too soon. But Tigger’s suffering is over. And yes, I could see it in his eyes this morning how much he was suffering as he struggled to breathe.
I was an hour and 43 minutes late for work. I managed to get through the workday without crying, though the tears did flow at the vet when Tigger drew his last breath. But I almost lost it near the end of my shift when a song came on the radio “Take Good Care of my Baby”. And I asked God to take good care of my baby, Tigger. I’m trying not to cry as I wrote this, but it’s hard.
Rest in peace, my Tigger. I’m going to miss you and I will never forget you.
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