This is a post I had never hoped to write, but knew in my heart it was inevitable.
Our sweet baby Chazzie is gone. As many of you know, he has been fighting for 2 years now against an enlarged heart and congestive heart failure.
It happened so quickly that we are still trying to process it. He was fine this morning, and this afternoon he started coughing up blood. I gave him an extra dose of Lasix and called his vet, but his beloved vet Dr. Sarah wasn’t in today. I decided to give it a few minutes, but he was still struggling to breathe, so we took him in to see another vet at Parkland Vet Clinic who has given Chaz such wonderful care. He rallied on the way to the vet, and I promised him a steak for dinner when we got home.
It turned out it was a promise I couldn’t keep.
At the vet his breathing became laboured again, and there was more blood. The only choice we had was to take him back to the specialist, where he was unlikely to survive the night…or to let him go. We decided that he deserved to have his Mama and Daddy with him, and after begging the vet for any other options, we made the choice to end his suffering.
He was given a sedative first, which he fought, and a catheter was placed in his leg to give him his final meds. Somehow I managed to stop crying, as I did not want his last sight on earth to be me in tears. Instead, we talked to him about what a good boy he is, how much we loved him, and how when he woke up he would be in fields of green, with warm sun always on his shoulders. Shrimple and Julia would be there to meet him, and that it would only seem to be minutes until he sees us again.
It took the vet several tries to get the needle in the catheter as he was still fighting with that warrior spirit that was such a part of him.
He is gone, and has left a void that will never be filled. Our Baby Boy, who was so tiny when he joined our family that he couldn’t even lift a French fry. Our Baby Boy, who would want a toy his brother had, but play with gusto with another, watching Church the whole time until he had his attention, then “accidentally” dropping his toy in front of Church. When Church would run to get that dropped toy, Chaz would fly off the couch and grab the toy he really wanted, and run like crazy with it.
Our Baby Boy who has fought with a lion’s heart against this illness, and defied the odds for 2 years.
Our Baby Boy, who was everything anyone could wish for.
Chaz Monfer, we love you, we already miss you so much, and we can’t wait to see you again. You will live in our hearts forever.
Our sweet baby Chazzie is gone. As many of you know, he has been fighting for 2 years now against an enlarged heart and congestive heart failure.
It happened so quickly that we are still trying to process it. He was fine this morning, and this afternoon he started coughing up blood. I gave him an extra dose of Lasix and called his vet, but his beloved vet Dr. Sarah wasn’t in today. I decided to give it a few minutes, but he was still struggling to breathe, so we took him in to see another vet at Parkland Vet Clinic who has given Chaz such wonderful care. He rallied on the way to the vet, and I promised him a steak for dinner when we got home.
It turned out it was a promise I couldn’t keep.
At the vet his breathing became laboured again, and there was more blood. The only choice we had was to take him back to the specialist, where he was unlikely to survive the night…or to let him go. We decided that he deserved to have his Mama and Daddy with him, and after begging the vet for any other options, we made the choice to end his suffering.
He was given a sedative first, which he fought, and a catheter was placed in his leg to give him his final meds. Somehow I managed to stop crying, as I did not want his last sight on earth to be me in tears. Instead, we talked to him about what a good boy he is, how much we loved him, and how when he woke up he would be in fields of green, with warm sun always on his shoulders. Shrimple and Julia would be there to meet him, and that it would only seem to be minutes until he sees us again.
It took the vet several tries to get the needle in the catheter as he was still fighting with that warrior spirit that was such a part of him.
He is gone, and has left a void that will never be filled. Our Baby Boy, who was so tiny when he joined our family that he couldn’t even lift a French fry. Our Baby Boy, who would want a toy his brother had, but play with gusto with another, watching Church the whole time until he had his attention, then “accidentally” dropping his toy in front of Church. When Church would run to get that dropped toy, Chaz would fly off the couch and grab the toy he really wanted, and run like crazy with it.
Our Baby Boy who has fought with a lion’s heart against this illness, and defied the odds for 2 years.
Our Baby Boy, who was everything anyone could wish for.
Chaz Monfer, we love you, we already miss you so much, and we can’t wait to see you again. You will live in our hearts forever.
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