Last night I had to have my beloved boy Jake put to sleep.
I’m absolutely devastated, can’t stop crying, but it was time. He just went to sleep in my arms.
He fought such a brave battle in the last 6 months, between hyperthyroidism, chronic renal failure and even bouncing back from having a cancer tumour removed. But despite all that he had a wonderful summer prowling the garden in the sunshine.
In the end, we just couldn’t keep the kidney failure at bay any longer. He was healthy and happy until he suddenly crashed last week, but he came home after 2 days on a drip and spent the week purring, stealing my pillow at night, eating all his favourite foods and getting constant love and attention. We did everything we could to try and keep him with us.
Sadly, yesterday he just stopped eating again and I could see by looking at him that he’d had enough.
No more meds, no more being cooped up indoors away from his favourite stomping ground, no more vet visits, no more renal food when all he wanted was prawns.
My brave wee soldier gone to the bridge.
He was my constant companion for 14 years and I can’t imagine my life without him. But the best thing I could do for my baby was to let him go.
The photo of him on my pillow was the day after he'd had a sarcoma removed from his spine in June. The other photo was taken just a few weeks ago and was his classic 'rub my tummy mummy' pose
Night Night Jake. My number 1 Baba forever.
