I must’ve apologized to him a thousand times before he was put down
We really tried everything. Antibiotics, probiotics, supplements, an ultrasound, dietary changes, steroids… Nothing worked. The doctor who carried out putting him to sleep suspected lymphoma, which he said an ultrasound isn’t always able to catch; that if it was purely gastrointestinal like they suspected, by all rights, we should have been seeing some improvements at that point. But he just kept getting worse and worse with nothing working. I apologized to Uly so much. Sorry it had to come to this, sorry we weren’t able to save him, sorry he’s had to suffer so much during his last days. I know he couldn’t understand me, but I only hope he knows how much he was loved and that none of what was happening was something I would ever want for him. Even if it couldn’t be helped at all, my being unable to save him is something I will regret for the rest of my life.






