I wrote that post about the upcoming HOF election while sitting outside an Indian restaurant, waiting on my carryout order. It was nearing the end of a very light, very easygoing day. I was looking forward to Christmas Eve the next day.
A half hour later I was on the phone with an emergency vet, as LuLu's beloved Benny, who had been acting odd all week, was shaking and in obvious pain.
Originally, Junie and Lu were to drive alone to the vet, but I went along at the last minute.
The prognosis wasn't good. He had a blockage in his urinary system, preventing him from emptying his bladder; essentially, his body was poisoning itself with waste. Just determining what the blockage was and where would require an overnight hospital stay, with surgery to follow. We ran through multiple options, which all ran into four figures, and none of which guaranteed anything but a brief respite from his pain before the problem returned again.
LuLu made the reluctant decision to end his suffering.
I am so sorry for your loss. Pets provide unconditional love and their lives are so very short. Enjoy the memories you made.
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