Remembering the life of my special boy......
On Memorial Day Weekend last year when Weenie was 11 years old, while we were visiting Bentley's family, he was stung by killer bees and died the next day. This last year has been difficult but for the last several weeks I have had my little fella on my mind non-stop. So I decided to take a short break and went through our picture folders from the day I decided to foster a 9 year old blind boy I knew nothing about until his last picture was taken. My biggest regret I had, when I lost my Samantha after 14 years, was that I didn't have hardly any pictures and I said that would never happen again. So I decided to make a Smilebox of some of my favorite pics. As you will soon see that wasn't a problem. It was very therapeutic even though I cried the whole time.
Right after I decided to adopt Weenie, I decided to take him in to the Vet to have some teeth pulled and to have some lumps on his side checked out. This was on 4/06/11. I was terrified, with Mona being a cancer survivor and having Cushings, the thought of Weenie having cancer was too much to bear. But we got lucky.
Then on 4/22/12 Weenie was diagnosed with Pancreaititis and the medicine and special foods started which he hated. Then on 12/02/12 he had to be admitted to the hospital and the shots started, the ones that burned and hurt going in. On 5/13/13, he was admitted to the hospital with a severe attack, stayed 3 days and came home slower than usual but as sweet as ever, still trying to roach, loving to nap and have me cuddle him.
Before I brought him home that last time I had a talk with Dr Briles about what to expect. This is what he said (taken from post done at the time).
Weenie's Pancreaities has developed to the chronic stage. Dr Briles is concerned that he might get Cushings like Mona and based on some of his blood work, maybe Diabetes. He is also getting senile. He will be taking 2 kinds of medicine now. After a joyous reunion with Mona, he ate his dinner and then went to sleep. I had to carry him to bed, nothing unusual there.
It's just a wait and see right now.
14 days later my little fella crossed the bridge. Based on the timing of events in his life I believe he was ready to go.
I think maybe God decided it was time to end his suffering.
I don't blame the bees. I just wish he could have been in my life a little longer and I thank God ever day for Mona and Prissy giving me the strength to go on.
These are just a few of the many pictures I have of my heart but they are my favorite .......
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