01/05/2026
Hi everyone… it’s me, one last time 🐾
Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I felt very dizzy and uncomfortable. I tried to throw up, but nothing was coming out.
I wanted to stand, but I couldn’t… so I cried for help. Daddy came right away to assist me, and for a moment, I felt a little better. But when I tried to lie down again, I felt uncomfortable on my side, so I cried again, calling them.
Daddy stayed beside me. I could hear him and Mommy talking… but their voices sounded sad. I think they were talking about me.
After a while, Daddy went back to bed. But the discomfort came again. Mommy came beside me, crying. I tried to comfort her by gathering all my strength to move closer to her. She said something to me while crying… and for a moment, I felt a little better again.
But then the feeling came back. I cried again.
I needed to p*e… but Daddy didn’t come right away. I cried louder this time, and when he came, I was already wet. Daddy gently cleaned me, prepared a warm bath, and dried me with a blower. I felt better again after that.
Morning was coming, but I still hadn’t slept. I felt very weak. My breathing was heavier. I still felt nauseous. They tried to give me a little food, but I threw up, even though there was nothing inside my stomach.
Daddy let me drink something, and somehow I felt a little better. He tried feeding me again, but after just a few milliliters, I threw up again… still nothing coming out.
I tried to stand because lying down felt painful, even with the mats. The floor felt so hard.
Then I saw Daddy come to me, crying… telling me the same words Mommy told me earlier. I felt sad seeing him like that, so I tried my best to drink some water, even though I felt like I might throw up again… just to make him feel a little better.
Then Daddy bought a cake. Mommy said it was for me. They took a picture with me. I could feel how much they loved me.
Daddy carried me to the car. I felt excited… but I was so weak, I couldn’t even lift my head.
When we arrived at the hospital, I felt scared. I wondered if he would leave me again for a long time. I wanted to stand and walk away, but I couldn’t… the nurse was holding me.
I heard Daddy talking to the doctor. His voice was breaking. I felt sad… I didn’t want him to be like that because of me.
They cleaned my nose and my eyes. Daddy said something to me… and then I felt him leave. I got scared.
I threw up twice… and I started to feel like this might be it.
I really tried my best to fight… but my body was just too weak.
I wondered if they would come back… or maybe it’s better if I go without them seeing me like this, because I don’t want them to cry even more.
With my last breath, I saw all the happy memories… the days when I could run, the food we shared, the pizza, burgers, chicken… our walks… our dates… and every moment we had together.
Mommy… Daddy… I will wait for you here.
Please take care of the little one. I’m happy you won’t be alone.
Thank you for loving me… and for never giving up on me.
I love you forever. 🐾❤️