His name was Nathan, and he passed away two days ago. He had survived so many miracles. When he was two years old, he was completely paralyzed and the vet told us to put him down (because he pulled a disc in his back)
We refused, and he ended up being able to walk again.
When he was 15, he was diagnosed with what they suspected to be a brain tumor after having two grand mal seizures. They said we should put him down, and we didn't. The medication worked, and he lived two more happy years.
But two weeks ago, he started coughing and vomiting and we found out he had heart failure. Unlike the last two times, there was no miracle recovery. When the vet told us to put him down, I looked into his eyes, and I could see he did not want to go home. It wasn't like the last two times. I just knew in my heart that he wanted to go home with mommy and daddy and that he would be OK.
But he'd stopped eating, and he was very weak this time. I have never known such grief. The pain is so immense it is almost difficult to believe that any of this is real. I love my baby and I would do anything to have him back.