Kirby

Goodbye, Special Sweetheart.

The Kirby Report

Special Sweetheart is finishing up his earthly business here with us.  His bone marrow isn't making platelets, red blood cells, or white blood cells the way it's supposed to and he's down to 18 pounds.  He had hamburger and ice cream for dinner tonight and he got all excited about it and then he lost his footing and couldn't get back up.  He's resting next to me now, but he's clearly a little bit freaked out that his legs aren't as reliable as they were (and they were never great to begin with).

There's nothing much left to do except love him, cuddle him, ply him with non-vegan treats that we haven't had around for months (the cows will forgive me, I hope), and listen to him very carefully so we hear him when he tells us he's done.  The vet says weeks or months.

For now, take a nap, little buddy.  You're safe.  I've got you.