At 4pm this afternoon we took Pika one last time to the vet's office. After taking him in back to install a catheter in his front leg the vet brought him back in to the room and asked us to let her know when to start the procedure. First, propofol was injected. This is the same anesthetic that Michael Jackson overdosed on. Pika grew limp as the drug took effect, I could tell that he was no longer in any pain. Once we were ready to proceed a euthanasia solution was injected in to the port, and while we petted him and told him how much we loved him I watched as the light drained from his eye. It was over in a mater of a few seconds. Pika's pain is over, it was all we could still do for him. I have nothing but respect for how Family Pet Animal Hospital has helped us in dealing with his disease over the past few months. In time, our pain and loss will subside and all we'll have left are the happy memories. All the trouble he would get in to, all the times he would sneak up and jump up on my shoulders without warning, all the times I would come home from work beaten down by the world and he would do something to instantly lift my spirits.
This is how I'll always remember my little buddy. Rest in peace Pika, you've earned it. And goodbye little buddy. I'll continue to search out papers about the horrible disease that claimed your life far to soon and will post information on this blog when it is found, but for now we'll be dealing with the loss of a fuzzy family member who brought much joy to our lives.
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