Kaspar has been ailing- we took him to the vet emergency room the other night, and found out he most likely had a congenital heart defect. He’d become listless, and very definitely ill. Today, he went to the vet for the big nap. I was too much the coward to do it- I had chosen him to save from a litter that was going to be destroyed, and as it turned out, he was born on the same day as Gwen.
Gwen and Kaspar had a close, almost bizarre relationship- he would put up with anything, and I mean anything she subjected him to, without complaint. Nights would find him standing or sleeping guard right outside her door, and when he was sick, he wanted to be nowhere more than under her bed.
I was fond of him as well, and when the reality hit that he had to go down, it hurt. “He is only four and a half… that’s not fair!” I thought, bitterly, and I sat at my desk with tears in my eyes, cradling him, hoping against hope he’d somehow get better and the vet was wrong.
Alas.