pet memorial

Five days ago, my eight and a half year old maomao passed away.The day he died, I stayed home with a cold and woke up at noon.After getting up, I went to the living room as usual to the family of a few children to change water and food (in addition to the rabbit MAO MAO, there are 2 cats), then found MAO MAO did not eat yesterday’s dinner, I said “MAO MAO, why not eat?Cuddle him against the wall.Hold him for a moment, I feel wrong, that day of his soft, although still can move, still breathe, but seems to lose all the strength!At that moment, I was scared silly!First he cried, took him in his arms, put him on his lap, laid him on the sofa, touched him, and called to him,

“maomao, don’t scare me!Maomao, don’t die, don’t scare me!”;Then is flustered to call the family, tell them, “maomao may be old dying, maomao may be sick”;While I was on the phone, I searched the room for evidence that he might be sick, only to see a small pool of dull urine on the sofa and aThe family is also very anxious, but they also have no way, can comfort me and said, “hurry to the hospital to have a look, let the doctor check it…Holding him in my heart is very contradictory, on the one hand, because…, in order to let him cooperate with the examination, the doctor used anesthetic

I am afraid that this time again with anesthetic, he will not survive.But on the other hand, if you don’t go to the hospital, in case it can be treated!After about an hour of hesitation, I decided to take him to the hospital, just in case!In shenzhen, I only know a pet hospital that can treat rabbits, which is my only choice.When I got to the hospital, the last doctor I saw wasn’t there. The doctor on duty was older and looked more serious and a bit careless.Pick up the tail of hair hair, looked at buttocks, and then forced out some have not become beans of the poop, guide the side of the small assistant to take the temperature of hair hair.When I went downstairs to pay my bill, I heard my assistant say “39 degrees”!After paying the fee, I went back to the treatment room and found the assistant with the thermometer. The doctor told me “43 degrees”.”What?Wasn’t that 39 degrees?””I made a mistake,” said the doctor. “it was because I couldn’t believe the high temperature that I remeasured it.”No energy for sure!Check the other indicators again “my fuzzy soft lying on the table, without a trace of resistance…”I have to go to do an operation on a dog first, very urgent,

you draw blood first, do a test” the doctor ordered his assistant to go into the operating room.Two small assistant began to hold MAO MAO blood, no strength of MAO MAO did not struggle, but the left forelimb bleeding, and I seem to have no thinking ability, can only touch MAO MAO can not stop crying…

After his death, I chose to commemorate him with a pet memorial gifts, which will ease my pain.The pet memorial gifts helped me out of my pain.I also chose dog memorial gifts