Maggie was born the morning after my grandmother died. He (yes, he is a boy named Maggie) was a little tiny gift from heaven sent to soothe our pain and grief. Now we are in the position to return the favor and soothe his pain, and we are trying desperately to make him comfortable. We are in the last 12 hours of our precious boys life, I don't know if he will make it to the vet in the morning..and I am torn as to whether I want him to be called by God (and consequently leave us to find his body) or if I want to be in the position where I have to make the call to get that last shot. Either way, we have a really tough day ahead of us. We love you Maggie..we will miss you terribly.
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Aww, Amy I so sorry. I hope the best decision was made for you guys.
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