Sorry I wasn't able to come to your blogs these past couple of days. Last Saturday, June 15, 2013, we received the news that China had passed away at 5:30 am in the morning.
|This was my last picture of him. I miss him badly.|
He had Erlichia and I was confident that he would survive the the confinement because when we took him to the vet, he was still able to stand and he even drank water before we left. The vet even said that he might be dismissed the next day- as soon as he's replenished his fluids. However, that night, the veterinarian called us to say that his condition had gotten worst and she was just preparing our minds for what may happen.
I feel awful...
We still don't know the details because this was the vet who I disliked and I just feel awful because I didn't give him the proper burial myself and I wasn't there when it happened.
Even when the vet said we did our best to save him, I still blame myself for what happened to him. What if the reason his body gave up was because I wasn't there? What if his body gave up because his pack brothers weren't there?
So many questions...
China was a fighter and he battled Parvo with PJ without veterinary care! Is it my fault I decided to take him to the vet? Is it my fault that I allowed myself to entrust his life to the vet I disliked so much? Was it wrong for the vet to inject him with a heart-rate-increasing medicine when he was in a weakened state? Was this the reason why his body couldn't take the stress?