She died in my arms a couple hours ago. Heard a noise, ran to my room to find her having a seizure. She stopped, I gently brought her in my lap and I had the feeling. My dog passed away recently and there is a moment where you just kind of know.
I was crying, I wish I didn’t cry in front of her like that. I was petting her, I told her that I was sorry and I love her. And then I saw her nose stop twitching. Immediately, I wish that I pet her more, I wish that I told her I loved her more, I wish I had given her more kisses on her head.
I am thankful my parents were home, calling our emergency contacts for her, but it was too late. Last night, I introduced a strawberry into her diet, her favourite. She got sick but has an extremely sensitive stomach and it always passes. I should have taken her in. The vet said it was an infection of some sort and told me there was nothing I could have done.
I feel like a horrible person. We were looking to rehome her because I wanted someone who could give her more attention. My family tells me I was a good parent, but I feel so insufficient in comparison to what some of you guys do for your little ones. While her habitat was large, I was planning on making a condo. My room is bunny-proofed, but when I let her out she always went back in her crate. I made her dishes in my ceramics class and crafted toys. Petted her whenever she was gracious to let me. But I don’t think it was enough. I never felt good enough. And now she is gone