Goodbye, Fuzzy!

On Wednesday, Karen noticed that Fuzzy’s hind legs seemed to lack the usual strength.  We hoped that it was just morning weakness, but by the afternoon Fuzzy kept sleeping and breathing hard.  Normally, when we call his name, he would wake up with a mean demeanor, pat down our hand repeatedly with his small paws, which was really comfortable by the way until he switch to the biting maneuver, which was less comfortable.  By night time, Fuzzy would not leave his house.  We de-roofed the house and fed him water, then picked him up, and he just laid there, void of energy.  He had no appetite, not even when his favorite sunflower seed was hand peeled and personally fed to his mouth.  Something was definitely wrong.

By Thursday afternoon, Fuzzy didn’t even have energy for water, so Karen drove Fuzzy to the vet, the Bellevue Center of Veterinary Medicine.  Unfortunately, that was when we met doctor Death, who squeezed him all over and slapped him down, when he started shaking.  Doctor death was not done.  He picked him up again and strangled him, which was when Fuzzy perished at his evil hand.  Needless to say, the place would not receive our recommendation to anyone other than those interested in paying for Euthanasia, without the mercy part.

So we bid farewell to our beloved little pet, who had been with us for 1 yr 8 mo.

We will miss you, Fuzzy!