I think I might’ve just held my precious Pumpkin for the last time tonight.
I did everything I could, I promise I did, baby… I hand fed him, gave him water by hand, made sure he was warm and loved, but your breeders were careless and you just got skinnier and weaker. You stopped eating last week. I tried and tried but I could hardly get a drop of water in your mouth. Today, when I went to feed you, you couldn’t stand or keep your eyes open, and as I held you, seeing the spot on you tummy get darker… (your kidney is failing because you can’t eat…) and trying to keep your tiny little body warm, I had to try and come to terms with the fact you aren’t going to make it. I’m so, so sorry baby, I’m sorry you had to suffer, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.
(Left is him before vs. now… nothing should get so frail…)
Wait, I appreciate the sentiment, but if Woona hugs a sic anon, won't she get sick too?