On Monday, I took him to the vet because he just wasn't right. She found that he had a kidney infection, prescribed an antibiotic, and he should have been better within a day or two.
He wasn't. I called the vet on Thursday morning, and she told me to bring him in right away.
As soon as she put her hands on him, the look on her face changed. His abdomen felt normal on Monday, but Thursday it was full of a very large spleen. Ultrasound confirmed this. His lymphoma was something different now, extremely aggressive ... and it wasn't something that we could fix.
I don't remember much about how I drove home through rush hour northern Virginia traffic that afternoon. It took forever, my mind was racing, and my heart was breaking.
Friday morning, it was obvious what had to be done that day. I called my vet, made the appointment, and spent the rest of the day spoiling Daniel with attention and treats.
Daniel left this life, cradled in my arms, as I whispered in his ear. I promised when I adopted him that I would be with him forever ... and I was.
Godspeed, my sweet boy.
Forbes Nakdaniel (6/12/2001 - 5/17/2013)
Forgive me if I am unable to reply to what I am sure will be very kind, caring comments. I don't know if I can do it right now. Please accept my sincere gratitude in advance.
