u/elainasaur — reddlx

Willie.

Yesterday, my beloved and amazing baby Willie passed away. He had gotten neutered and must've had a reaction of sorts. I lied with him for 4 hours, petting him.

He was the sweetest boy. He bounced all over the place and would follow us everywhere, including every single bathroom visit for all 3 of us in the house. He would be overly aggressive while playing in his "tube" (yes, it is a tunnel, but tube is funnier) and would frequently slam into walls.

He was less than a year old, my beautiful Willie. He didn't deserve this. I'm still in shock, as this is my worst nightmare come to life.

He would watch me play my video games, and I had a little song for him. I find myself wanting to sing it, but the house is empty without his love and energy. Those last hours were awful and I'm still recovering from those, but I'm trying to remember the good times.

I love you, Willie boy. The short time we shared the earth together was wonderful and beautiful. Thank you for your love.

For any potential artist, you can choose as to include the Christmas decor or not. I'd love to pay for shipping and have the painting or what be it. Thank you

My biggest nightmare has come true. I'll try my best not to be dramatic here, but my feelings and the way I express myself is often... Well, dramatic.

Willie was 10 months old. We were finally getting him fixed! It was hell trying to get him in the cage. I cried as my grandpa tried to help me by turning over the couches. We were both clawed open and eventually got him in, but he somehow bloodied his nose.

The vets had a hell of a time with him apparently, but the paperwork came back with his breathing being within normal rates. We brought him home, and he immediately ran under my bed. He was so upset; he was so clearly traumatized. He managed to get out of the cone that night, and keeping a close eye on him, he never got an infection. The first day passed. The second day, about 35-40 hours after he was fixed, I woke up at 4 am to him lying in my doorway, which was weird. The cats went around him and sniffed him. That's when I noticed he couldn't move and had peed himself.

I first called a vet, who told me to bring him in. I ran to my grandparent's, obviously freaking out. The emergency vet was 2 hours away. I don't know if my grandparent's assumed he was done for, but nobody would help me. I know the cost would've been high... But I loved my Willie. I wanted to do what I could.

I lied with him for 4 hours as he continuously tried to stand up and fall. I went to my room for about 15 minutes, and he apparently tried to crawl towards my room, so I knew I had to stay with him. He became relaxed. His eyes were glassy the last 2 hours of his life. The most traumatic part for me was petting him while he seized twice and died. I saw his heart beating hard for another 30 seconds, and he was gone.

What could've happened? I'm a wreck. My worst nightmare came true yesterday. I miss him so much. He's buried outside my window with a blanket.

Was there any chance of saving him? Again, what could've happened? I know I'll never know for sure, but I just want to know if it was anything I did. I know I tried my best, and if I drove I would've gone, but would he have survived that trip? How long would he have lived after that? Thank you.