The first time I saw him at a pet shop, my heart melt.That is when I decided to take him home with me. He is playful and attention seeker, but has a very small sweet voice. He has this sad face that will melt my heart everytime, and I think he knows that, because he will make this sorry face whenever he feels he did something very wrong. He loves the comb.He will come to you and expect you to brush his hair (especially on top of his head and lower jaw) everytime.
On 5th March I found blood in his pee-pee and he was not as active as usual. I brought him to the vet, and he was admitted immediately for urinary retention (same as waffle). He was discharged on 9th March after he was able to urinate by himself and drink. I was so happy to see him. He looked pissed off as usual, but not as skinny as i thought he would be. I thought that there might be hope from him to survive this. The next day, he started to eat a little and move around. He even had the strength to 'battle' with me during medication time. The next day, when i tried to feed him antibiotics,he struggled alot. i thought he was getting better when i felt he was stronger. but in the evening, when i tried to give him the other medication, I saw he did not ate anything, although he seemed to drink some of the water. I decided to take him to the vet the next day. at 10 oclock i saw him crawling
trying to get onto his spot. he was literally dragging his leg. His eyes were blank. At 10.15pm,when I was in the kitchen I heard him yelling, he was trying to get up but he did not have the strength left in his body. I know then that he was dying.After a few minutes of gasping for air, he gave his final and last breath at 10:22pm. I brought him to my sister's house and buried him alongside Waffle who died 1 week earlier of the same condition.
Thank you for letting me to share the 12 months of your life.