Last Post

No one reads this blog anymore but I am posting anyways. But this will be my last post. Dinnertime on June 16th, I offered Gus a piece of cookie I was eating. He turned away. Instant concern. I felt his sides. He was extremely bloated. He has been bloated before but never this badly. His eyes were glossy and he had a bit of dry heaves. I was very worried and I told my dad. He dismissed it at first but after seeing the condition Gus was in, he told me to get the number of the vet. To no surprise, the office was closed. After all, it was now approaching 7:00. I looked up emergency vets in our area and wrote the numbers of three down. It took about half hour to convince my dad to call one because he was still skeptical if it was worth veterinary attention. The receptionist at the vet's office said it was an emergency and to bring him in as soon as possible. My dad and I got him in our van. It took about twenty minutes to get there. We dragged Gus into the building and they took him in for x-rays the second we got in the door. $300. My dad started to complain about how corrupt these corporation are...etc. We were called into a small office. A young vet was in there. "He has bloat," he said. "without surgery, he will die, but this operation has a very high success rate. Chances are good he will make it though." "What is this operation?" My dad asked. "Well ,bloat is when the stomach starts to twist. We must sort out the stomach and then we will suture it to one side, and this way it will never happen again." "How much does it cost?" "I'll run off an estimate but probably close to $6,000." My dad called my mom while I was crying. They discussed it and said we just couldn't afford it. I begged and begged. My dad gave in only because he knew I would never forgive him otherwise. We were led into the main surgery room. Gus was hooked up to IVs, tubes, several machines. I stroked him over and over and tried to hold back tears. I told him I loved him more than anything and that the vets were going to try their best to make him better." Turning my back on him was the hardest thing I have ever done. I was hysterical the whole way home, and my dad had to carry me into the house. He tucked me in his bed and lied down next to me. Next morning, I immediately woke him up and asked what happened. He sat up and said, "Michaela, I'm going to tell you something very sad..." Rest in Peace my baby. I'll always love you.