Some of you may remember my boy, Rudy, from this thread...
http://davesgarden.com/forums/t/729369/
Today is a sad day for us, because we lost him. It is still quite a shock to me, because he had improved dramatically, and was 100% back to his old self. I just knew he's be fine. If he'd not gotten better so quickly, or if he'd show even the slightest sign of going downhill again, we'd have surely taken him back to the vet. But there was no warning at all. Yesturday, he'd gone outside to play, and was rolling around in the dirt, and lying on his back, like he used to. His appitie was fine, as well. It must have happened sometime in the night. He came indoors for the night, and all seemed well.
This morning, I was scooping litter boxes, and I noticed his feet were sticking out from under the couch. I went over to tickle his little toes, and play a while, and he didn't move. That's when I looked under the couch, and found that my baby had died in the night.
Now I'm so confused. He was doing so well. If someone would have told me yesterday was his last day, I'd have never believed them. I guess I should be thankful that he had come home. God gave me a few weeks to pamper and spoil him, and he died peacefully at home instead of in some strange place. It's not much comfort right now, but maybe it will be in time. I miss him so much.
Thanks for listening.
