Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2012 20:23:53 GMT -5
It was decided today, with the vet's update call, that Pixie wasn't going to be improving. In fact, she had steadily declined starting last evening. She had grown more congested, and had the beginnings of pneumonia, from aspirating some of her food. There was no way she'd be able to make it home.
It was heartbreaking, going in there, when I hadn't been able to see her since Friday, but I did. Went in and spent a quarter of an hour with her, just being together. Every time I got upset she'd rest her forehead against my lips until I calmed down - she always hated when I cried. This time wasn't any different.
I opted out of the chamber method, since I couldn't bear not to be right there with her for her last moments, and I don't regret my decision. It hurt, but I was able to hold her close to my heart and tell how much she is loved, how important she is to me and her business.
Dr. Stewart had prepared her a casket, complete with a padded mattress, blanket and pillow, all in a beautiful purple pattern, the lid of it had a flower and heart ornament on, and it was all very sweet.
Part of me is relieved, Pixie had been so sick, in so much pain, and so, so far away for most of it, that it was almost a sigh of relief to give her this final help.
Most of me, though, is just ... destroyed. She had been my heart-ferret. Not my most spoiled, not the baby, not the scene stealer, but she was the one I looked at and just ... marveled at - her intelligence, her gentleness, her acceptance.
So, rest in peace, my sweet girl, you deserve it. We won't ever forget you, Miss Pix, and I'll look after your guys until the day comes they're with you again.
I love you, sweet baby, forever and always.
It was heartbreaking, going in there, when I hadn't been able to see her since Friday, but I did. Went in and spent a quarter of an hour with her, just being together. Every time I got upset she'd rest her forehead against my lips until I calmed down - she always hated when I cried. This time wasn't any different.
I opted out of the chamber method, since I couldn't bear not to be right there with her for her last moments, and I don't regret my decision. It hurt, but I was able to hold her close to my heart and tell how much she is loved, how important she is to me and her business.
Dr. Stewart had prepared her a casket, complete with a padded mattress, blanket and pillow, all in a beautiful purple pattern, the lid of it had a flower and heart ornament on, and it was all very sweet.
Part of me is relieved, Pixie had been so sick, in so much pain, and so, so far away for most of it, that it was almost a sigh of relief to give her this final help.
Most of me, though, is just ... destroyed. She had been my heart-ferret. Not my most spoiled, not the baby, not the scene stealer, but she was the one I looked at and just ... marveled at - her intelligence, her gentleness, her acceptance.
So, rest in peace, my sweet girl, you deserve it. We won't ever forget you, Miss Pix, and I'll look after your guys until the day comes they're with you again.
I love you, sweet baby, forever and always.
September 4th, 2005 - April 1st, 2012