First my husband's step-dad dies. Then my husband's great-aunt dies. Then my husband's uncle dies. Then his mother dies. Now the dog we'd gotten for his mother, trained for her, took to her, and inherited after she died has just died this morning!
I sat on the floor with him, petting him, crying, and apologizing. He was far too young. The bouncing baby boy is now cool and stiff with no life left in his light brown eyes after only 2 hours - seems too fast for a little being so full of life once. Our suspicion is that he ate something he shouldn't have (we think it may have been stuffing from the cat's bed). He screamed in pain and lost control of his bodily functions in the middle of the night. My husband left for work this morning with the intention of quickly finishing an important task and then returning home to take Dobby to the vet to give him a painless peaceful passing. But one hour after Mini Me went to school, Dobby was gone. So here we sit - my dog, my cat, Dobby and me - waiting for my husband to get home so he can take Dobby to the pet cemetary to be cremated and have his ashes scattered over beautiful tree covered hills overlooking a pretty pond. My dog and cat seem strangely unaffected by his death and I'm not at all sure what to make of that.
I truly can't believe he's gone. He should have had so much more. He should have had a longer life to be sure. He should have had young energetic kids to play with. We did try to find that perfect family for him but perhaps it's for the best that we couldn't if this was his destiny... if there is a destiny.
The sweet, smart, stubborn Dobby has left. May he journey well to the Otherworld and maybe even find his mama there. You will be well missed, little boy. I'm so sorry.
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Oh dear. Condolences for you and your family, as this does seem to be a year for souls moving on.
Perhaps Dobby went to help your mother after all..?
((hugs))
It always seems to happen like this, families suffer in clusters of bad tidings. And pet deaths seem the cruelest of all, because we only have good memories of our interaction with them.
We had a cat, Twinkie, who passed away peacefully of old age. The hard part was telling my sons, 7 and 5 at the time.
Did you ever find out what caused Dobby's passing?
Thank you, Maebius. I hope so...
Leviathan, I'm sorry for the loss of your beloved cat.
Our best guess was that Dobby ingested stuffing from the cat's bed that he commandeered as his own. On Saturday my husband discovered that it had a hole torn in it and threw it away. Sunday Dobby was quite uncomfortable but then improved Monday and even more on Tuesday during the day. Tuesday at about 11 pm everything fell apart quickly and Wednesday morning at 8:45 (less than 9 hours later) he was gone.
I think I've struggled most with this because we managed to snatch our cat from the jaws of death 2 years ago when she was far more ill than Dobby appeared to be.
It's difficult though to see how my cat and dog seem to be nearly celebrating his death. They are far more active, playful, and affectionate now that he's gone. It's strange to me as I'd always understood that animals felt death very keenly when they encountered it and it doesn't seem to be so with my animals. They were bothered by his presence while he was here which was part of the reason we were trying to find him a better home that was more suited to his needs.
My mother in law has been very present in my thoughts and dreams since this loss and I feel such a sense of guilt that we lost her little boy. I do hope that they're reunited.
I appreciate the warm thoughts. Thank you both.
Oh Pom.......my heart aches for you .
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