Post by Bonesy on Jan 27, 2012 19:38:42 GMT
The fateful day would come in September 2011 that I would lose one of the dearest and most precious things in my life.
Mikko became ill one night and I noticed that he was blind. I rushed to get him to a vet, but could only get him there the following morning.
I cradled him all night and all the journey in the car. He kept begging for head scratches all the way.
I had to leave him for an x-ray and tests, reluctantly, as much as I wanted to stay I had begged the morning off work but on the promise I was back before 11am.
I'd barely just got home and got ready for work, about to leave the house when my phone rang. Mikko had not come around from his anesthetic. He was gone. I couldn't finish my sentence to the vet, and had to try and tell her I'd call her back later to collect him.
It took me the whole day to gather my wits and be able to speak on the phone. I went and got his little bones and got told his troubles were deeper seated than imagined. He has testicular cancer, liver enlargement and metal poisoning, which had caused his blindness.
He was burried in how very own little pot. Glazed in shocking blues like he was and with a delicate band of flower stems around it's top. Inside it I placed a crisp white rose. I plan to plant black and blue cornflowers in around it this year in testament to his real colours.
Mikko was my baby, my child, my friend and my soulmate. To this day thinking of his death makes me bawl like a child and I think it always will. Losing him was the worst grief i've ever known.
I wrote a tribute to Meeks that can be found here;
www.lintulempi.co.uk/1_8_Losing-You-Mikko.html
If you cry easily you may want some tissues to hand for the end. It still makes me cry now.
I keep his little leg ring on my necklace at all times, close to me, where he usually was.
RIP my Menace! <3
Soph.
Mikko became ill one night and I noticed that he was blind. I rushed to get him to a vet, but could only get him there the following morning.
I cradled him all night and all the journey in the car. He kept begging for head scratches all the way.
I had to leave him for an x-ray and tests, reluctantly, as much as I wanted to stay I had begged the morning off work but on the promise I was back before 11am.
I'd barely just got home and got ready for work, about to leave the house when my phone rang. Mikko had not come around from his anesthetic. He was gone. I couldn't finish my sentence to the vet, and had to try and tell her I'd call her back later to collect him.
It took me the whole day to gather my wits and be able to speak on the phone. I went and got his little bones and got told his troubles were deeper seated than imagined. He has testicular cancer, liver enlargement and metal poisoning, which had caused his blindness.
He was burried in how very own little pot. Glazed in shocking blues like he was and with a delicate band of flower stems around it's top. Inside it I placed a crisp white rose. I plan to plant black and blue cornflowers in around it this year in testament to his real colours.
Mikko was my baby, my child, my friend and my soulmate. To this day thinking of his death makes me bawl like a child and I think it always will. Losing him was the worst grief i've ever known.
I wrote a tribute to Meeks that can be found here;
www.lintulempi.co.uk/1_8_Losing-You-Mikko.html
If you cry easily you may want some tissues to hand for the end. It still makes me cry now.
I keep his little leg ring on my necklace at all times, close to me, where he usually was.
RIP my Menace! <3
Soph.
