We lost our little Emmie this week… She wasn’t even two years old. She was such

We lost our little Emmie this week… She wasn’t even two years old. She was such a sweet little ham and it pains me to think that she isn’t just in the other room right now. She got ill rapidly. Didn’t want to eat or drink. Could hardly walk. When I took her into the vet she was nothing but skin and bone after a couple days. She started having trouble breathing, didn’t want to be alone. She was always my timid but curious little adventurer but in her last few days she wanted nothing more than to just sprawl out on my chest. I’d place her back in the cage and she’d scurry back out as best she could until she was on me again… I think she knew. She started boggling as I pet her while we were in the vet’s office, and then she crawled right out of the cage and leaned against me on the table until I picked her up. She fell asleep in my hands while I cried and I started to think she would pass on her own before the vet even returned to our room. She didn’t though. I think the hardest part was that she woke up when I placed her in the vet tech’s arms. It wouldn’t have been easy either way, it never is and never will be. But she was nervous in the arms of a stranger and for a moment she was the old and alert Emmie who stared up at me with life in her eyes and I questioned if I was doing the right thing. I just can’t forgot how she looked at me but she wasn’t well. We don’t even know what the illness was or why. The vet didn’t have any answers. I’m mad that we couldn’t fight it, but I can’t be mad at Emmie for not having the strength. Whatever it was put her through the wringer enough as is, I just hope she’s no longer in pain. Rest easy, Emmie. I’m sorry.