I lost my baby Niles on Thursday the 29th of Nov. He was 8 years old and so, so alive and healthy. Truly he was the most vibrant, good natured little guy. I took him into the vet because he had a little diarrhea. I didn't think it was a huge problem. They felt a mass, went in for exploratory surgery and my baby was eaten up with cancer. He was put to sleep on the table. O God I'm so shocked and I hurt so bad. How do you take your baby to the doctor for what you think is a minor problem and have him come out dead? How is this happening? I keep thinking this is a nightmare and that I will wake up. But it keeps going and going.
Niles was/is a beautiful spirit. My husband and I say he not only had a personality, but "Nilesanility"--a combination of pure love, a manic desire to express that love, and a healthy dose of mischief. I never had a day, even in the darkest of times, where my little guy did not make me smile with his antics and his ways. He is my heart, my joy and I do not know how to live with out him. There is a hole in my heart. He would snuggle beside me and would look into his eyes and we had such a soul connection.
Does this agony ever end? How do you live without your heart?