Archie passed away on what is now known as the worst Australia day ever. He was only three.
Mum called the vet when she, dad & Vickie came home from the city that night. He said it sounded like a slip-disc and we all breathed a sigh of relief (Amy and I thought he was going to die any second). He was in pain sometimes then seemed to settle.
I was happy (after being dismayed) he was at the vet where they were taking care of him. Still worried, I got scared every day we rung the vet. He was getting better, raising his head. Then we were told he had some internal bleeding and the next day he died. What exactly killed him, I don’t know, but he went peacefully, he was sitting there, started to lower his head then lay and passed away. We were all thrown into grief and I couldn’t believe it.
It’s started sinking in now but sorrow still clings to the household and will for some time. I miss him terribly and wish he was here.
It was hard to tell this news, so the posts will happen as we feel up to doing them.