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I Hate Goodbyes

This is the last post. Our time with Oscar, like his life, was far too short. After moving in with us, Oscar began to display some attpical behaviors that suggested that his brain was not handling the stress effectively. He lashed out at his foster brother, Chris, and bit me when I tried to intervene. Although wasn’t his fault, we had to move him back to the rescue group for the safety and well being of our animals, and in the hopes of reducing his stress. He spent a few quiet days with the rescue but again began displaying odd and aggressive behaviors. He was supposed to see a neurologist, however his regular vet said that he was already at a point where he probably wasn’t sure what was happening around him. The rescue had been keeping us updated on his progress, but some tough decisions had to be made in fairness to him.

Saturday he will be euthanized. The vet is coming to him so that he isn’t put through the stress of another car ride. I hope that his final moments are easy, and that he finally gets some peace. Rest easy, baby boy. You are missed.


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