I believe it was last Thursday night he was laying on my bed with me and his head just plopped over to the side and it looked like he passed out but I knew something was wrong. I immediately picked him up and made sure he was okay. I got really nervous and I did cry but a few mins hes was perfectly fine and he jumped out of my arms and ran into the living room. He seemed fine and then I thought nothing of it at all. This past week its been super hot and hes been sleeping alot, so again I just thought it was because of the heat. All the signs were there and I guess I was overlooking them for my own good. Sunday my grandmother finds him laying by the kitchen and he could walk. I was freaking out and crying because I knew he was dying. He got up a few mins after and he seemed fine. He was limping on his left back right paw, but he was running around again like his normal self.
Yesterday he was doing good, besides the fact that he hadn't been really in my room in a few days to sleep on my bed or cuddle with me. I was playing with him before I had to leave for the day and he was playing and so full of life. The 10th (Tuesday) was my grandmother's birthday and he seemed fine all day long. I had went to bed early because I was up early and exhausted. About 12:45 am my grandmother comes in and tells me to brace my self and not to get all worked up because there was something wrong with my poor baby.
He couldn't walk at all and he was panting like crazy. Then I noticed that he could n't see and he had lost his eye sight. My grandfather found him near him laying and he had defecated. My grandmother was just holding him in her arms. He was so helpless and I just couldn't contain myself. I became a mess then. All night we were up with him. We put him in his little soft bed and had him lay. His breathing was so bad. He had a seizure which did all of this to him. My grandparents went to bed and I stayed up to watch him. At one point he clinged on to me in my arms and fell asleep but I had put him back in his bed and layed next to him. At this point I knew there was no getting better for my baby.
So I had to put him down. It was THE WORST THING I"VE EVER HAD TO DO IN MY LIFE!
It's feels like a nightmare, and so strange with out him sitting on my bed with me or in my lap as I write this. I know that I did the right thing. My beautiful boy is now pain free and a little angel.
I've been trying so much all day to not cry but I can't help it. Even now as I'm writing I'm crying. I just hope it gets better with time.
