Three days ago, Lacey passed away. I can’t get over it. There were warnings signs, like loss of balance and then losing control over her hind legs. About an hour later she made noises and then had a loss of bowels in the kitchen. I yelled at her and put her in the litter box. A few moments later she fell to her side. Never got her chance the to stand ever again.
I became scared. I was panicked and cried. A few minutes later she died in my arms. I am in grief and hurt and angry. No, I am pissed. At the unfairness. By the way, she was 18 years old. Still the pain was like a dagger in the heart. I will her so much. She was skin and bones but very sweet. I love her still. Not sure I will get over this. Sorry for errors, but I have epilepsy and typing is horrible.
R.I.P. Lacey. We will meet in heaven.
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