Poor Gizmo

Gizmo crossed the rainbow bridge this evening. It was a very hard decision as he was brighter and perkier the last couple of days, but he still wasn’t eating and the vet said that there really wasn’t anything to do that would buy him extra time as his blood work showed just how sick he was, even if he was masking it as best he could. It was incredibly hard of course, it is never easy, but I felt peace after his heart stopped. He was no longer suffering and the peace that comes with that is the only thing that gets me through these moments.

I also had this very strong feeling that Axel was in that room with us. Like he was waiting for me to say my final goodbye so he could take him to a better place where he was healthy and happy. It gave me a lot of comfort feeling his presence ❤

I wasn’t sure how Hugo would respond but he knows. I got home with an empty crate, and he ran to the crate to say hi to his little brother but his little brother wasn’t there. He even stuck his head inside and looked confused. I sat on the ground with him and pointed for him to sniff my arm, as I had worn a sweater and held Gizmo the entire time, so the smells of him leaving I had hoped were there. Hugo sniffed both my arms, my stomach and chest so intensely, I have never seen him sniff like that before. He was pushing his nose so hard into my body, taking in the smells. He then rubbed his head into my arms. He has been quiet and sad ever since, it breaks my heart.

My friend sent me this photo of Gizmo she did up and I thought I would share. I took this photo just yesterday when he was looking more himself again 💙

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