The ups and downs of being single in your 30's...early 30's that is. |
Last week was very rough for Reese. The week prior I had taken him to the vet's to get help for his stuffy nose. They gave me antibotics in syringe's that I was to use for the next 21 days. I started with the shots, but he was also not wanting to eat much. So, I started giving my baby formula with a syringe...minus the needle! Each day he was eating less and I could see him loosing weight. I felt really bad for him, but was stuck with the dilema...how much do you spend on a pet that fits in your hand???? At that point I had already spent $250+ on vet visits. To help him at that stage I'd be paying for an IV and overnight visit if not more. Friday morning I was giving him formula and before I could even finish he started choking on it to the point it came out his nose. I didn't force him to eat any more and put him back in the cage. I sat at work debating what to do. My mom and Mark were talking me into putting him to sleep. My poor little guy!!! After work I met Mark and other's for a happy hour which lasted until 1:oo a.m. When we got home both Mark and I were afraid to go see Reese knowing how bad he was that morning. Mark said he would go see first. He came out and told me Reese had passed. I felt terrible, but was happy he was at least in his own cage and went on his own. The poor little guy was only 2 1/2 years old. All I kept asking was "am I that terrible of an owner?!" Mark said he had issues from they day we bought him and there was nothing more I could do. Still makes you feel bad though!! So at this point I've deiced I am not worthy of owning any more pets. Should I marry someone some day that owns a pet and he is taking care of it...that is another story!! Rest in peace Reese Peanutbutter Cup!!! |