Mort died yesterday, Friday April 30th around 6:20pm after a seizure that swiftly ended his short and painful life. I was there when it happened and will never forget the sight of his tiny, skeletal body wracked by spasms as he writhed, and coughed, and choked on his own vomit. How much suffering can such a young soul and fragile tortured body endure.
I wish he made it but I am also glad his horrible life is over. I stayed with his body for a while.. I wanted to make sure he was really gone. Dr J said he was gone, but i leaned in close to watch for any rising and falling of his rib cage. Anyway, Dr J said that if there was any movement anymore, a twitch or whatever, its just the body going into rigor. So i cradled his tiny limp form in my hands and I stroked his head and chin. I had to fight back my tears the whole time but couldn't leave him right away. Eventually, I went out to the waiting room to settle the bill. No one was there at the time so I sat down and let the tears pool in my eyes a bit. Then of course some dude wearing sunglasses indoors came in to pick up his bulldog that had his toe injury fixed earlier. Anyway when the vet assistant brought the bulldog out, the sunglasses dude jokingly said "Hahaha still alive huh?". I know he didn't know what bad comedic timing he actually had. Ironic really isn't it.
Rest in peace Mort. I won't forget you. You have touched my life and my heart.
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