I am so very sorry to hear Bobo had to leave. Whenever our dear pets die,
it's always far too soon - even if we know to expect it in our heads, our
hearts resist. Try to take comfort that Bobo knew you loved him, and that
you were both wonderfully blessed by knowing each other. I would tell you
to not second guess yourself, don't do all those what-ifs in your mind, but
we all seem to do that. Perhaps because we love so much, it's part of our
Hugs & love,
Helen - still crying and missing Rumby, who also recently left suddenly -
and way too soon for me.
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all." - from Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In
3a. Bobo passed
Posted by: "Christina Felty" gollydolly@...
Date: Sun Jun 2, 2013 11:13 am ((PDT))
I will write more later. But about an hour and half after I brought him home
he pranced around the house. Took his second dose of pimobendan. Drank
water. I picked him up to let him visit with me in my moms bedroom. He
jumped off of the bed and ran to her bathroom where she was sorting clothes.
She said. I think he just had a seizure.
I knew when I got there it had to be a blood clot. He was breathing super
heavy and started making horrible vocalizations. I started to grab the
carrier (I have a broken hand right now so knew I couldn't carry him) but
then I just knew he wouldn't make it in time.
We just loved on him and it was over in another minute.
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