It was good to get out and about last weekend.

This has been a horrific week. Our dear Bugsy became ill Tuesday night. We got him in emergently, to see the vet on Wednesday, and he was given some treatments (subcutaneous IV fluid, a shot for nausea and vomiting, liquid food, etc)… and for a brief window on Wednesday afternoon, he seemed much better. By Wednesday night, however, he was regressing again. I stayed up most of the night snuggling with him. It felt very much like hospice, and I knew he sensed it too. By Thursday am, he was really bad, and we took him back in as soon as we could. He passed that morning, in my arms. All the tests they did revealed that he had a RARE, super aggressive (fast growing) cancer of his pancreas. Nothing could have forseen, nothing could have prevented. I am grateful, that he went quickly, and seemingly fairly comfortably. For such an incredibly tiny pup that never made a noise (except for snoring… which was really funny)… and hardly ever moved or walked about… he has left a gaping hole in our hearts and lives.

In late January, our beloved ZeeZe passed away suddenly. We adopted Bugsy in late February. I suppose this is the life of adopting seniors, but I can do no less. It is my wish to give them their best lives, and pamper them silly. I hope they know how very much we adored them both. ….

(photos in the bottom collage are from my ‘snapshot for the day’ posts on Facebook).