Within two weeks time I have lost two precious fur kids. More so because they both were new kids.. one from Rocky's and one (Chevy) from Houston. Each has they're story, each loved truly in the short time they graced my life. Bo, he came to me from Maryland, from Rockys. I fell in love with him the first time I laid my eyes upon him. I had to bring him home, here in Texas. He made a long trip via transport.. state to state, home to precious fur home. He developed several problems along with way, insulinoma and due to his pred intake, low resistance. Every care giver along the way fell in love with him just as I did. A old man that was only at Barbs for a week or so, dumped in the parking lot, almost totally blind and left to die. I had the pleasure of having him home for only three days before he went into respirtory distress. I spent almost the entire day by his side at the vets, loving him, holding him. Telling doc, do this do that. But alas it was not to be. He left his physical body with my holding him close to my face singing "you are my sunshine" and kissing him all over and telling him of his journey yet to come. He passed on Thursday prior to my rushing him to the emergency vet (as the day clinic was closing) at 5:56 pm. RIP little Bo, Momma truly loved you with every part of her being. Chevy, he came to me when his owners (thank to Joanne Ruffner again, as this will be a shock to her) decided they could or no longer wanted him. We met at the hotel at the same time I picked up Bo, Bear and Forrester. His parents had truly showered him with toys, so I knew they really loved him, reasoning to give him up, escapes me. Chevy was in full blown adrenal, very very little hair remained on his body, he was also plagued with a rare form of IBD which had never been officially diagnosed. I took Chevy for adrenal surgery on Monday the 8th. Doc removed his right adrenal and biopsied his intestines and stomach. Thursday late evening Chevy refused to eat. Friday morning he ventured to the vets. We put him on Amox, Biaxin, carfate and the like suggesting from his poops that he had developed intestinal ulcers. Saturday evening, he went downhill. I rushed him to the emergency vets at 12:30 am. They used IV fluids on him and the like. Sunday am I went to visit him.. he gave me a kiss and I held him for an hour. They had run a full panel and found his proteins to be low, so they introduced a synthedic protein. I went to visit him again sunday evening as the clinic is in Southlake. I had my daughter with me so I didn't speak up as I held him. I knew it was almost over. He looked at me with his head on my shoulder as if to say Mom, it's time for me to go. Dr Nix called me shortly after 9:30 and told me of Chevy's passing. I cried and Dr Nix agreed to to a necropsy for my piece of mind. Chevy's intestine had ruptured he had been to weak to open him back up, he wouldn't had made it through the surgery he said. I am sick. His parents whom trusted me, I let them down. I would have done anything for this have not to happen as Chevy was a special man. Please Sandy, show Chevy and Bo the way to Tigger and Kodo. Let them know their momma and Britney miss them with all their hearts. Tig, Kodo? Say hi to the new kids and show them the meadows of tubes and toys for Momma okay? I love you and miss you all , my precious babies. Leanne B and all the fun balls of fur [Posted in FML issue 4274]