We had to euthanize my precious little Gazer yesterday.![]()
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Some days I just don't know how much more of this I can take.
I don't know why my house is being hit so hard. Genetics? I've bleached everything a billion times. I'm as careful as I can possibly be with clothes and shoes when I come home from the shelter. I feel like I'm a walking FIP carrier and everywhere I go babies are dieing. My heart and body feel so heavy that I can't even hardly get up anymore. My family doesn't even want to come into my house for fear of taking something home to their own animals. I don't blame them at all but it makes me feel even more alienated and diseased.
I cried so hard over Gazer as he died yesterday that the poor little thing was buried soaked in tears. The vet was crying, hubby was crying, the vet tech was crying and I completely lost it this time.
I wish I didn't love my babies so much. I know there is a reason for everything that happens in this world and sometimes you never get an answer for why. I know I have to trust and have faith in God but I really feel like this is enough. We've had to bury four babies in less than two months. Isn't that enough?
Another sad and depressing post. God I miss the happy days.
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