The days leading to my Ozzy’s last were so hard for me to deal with. The last time I saw him was on Monday, he seemed fine and as sweet as usual. I called for him Tuesday morning and he didn’t come home, so I figured he would be home that afternoon when I got home. Well he didn’t come home so we all went searching for him, asking neighbors, still nothing. All I could do was pray that he came home to me sick or well I needed to know he was ok.
I got my prayer answered Thursday evening. My daughter and her friend found him. They brought him in to me and all I could do was hold him and cry. He went in and drank some water, but something just wasn’t right. I put him on my bed and he didn’t move the whole night. The next morning when I woke up I knew something was wrong,he didn’t respond to me and didn’t seem to be aware of anything. So my kids and I took him to the vet they kept him overnight thinking he was just dehydrated. I called later that day they said he had eaten some food and was doing better. So I was happy and excited to pick him up the next morning. Well when they called everything had changed, they said he had taken a turn for the worst and I had to make a decision. My heart broke right then knowing I couldn’t save my boy. So I went to the vet they took me in to see him and he didn’t even move; they were afraid he wasn’t even going to make it til I got there.I kissed him and let him know I was there. I was there for his last breath.
That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I wasn’t going to let him suffer. I had him cremated and hes with me always. I will never forget the way he made me feel; the 7 years he was with me, he always came home so when he didn’t I knew something was wrong, but he did come home to me so I didn’t worry and wonder. He was a loving and faithful friend and I will never forget him. He found his road home.
I will always love you ozzman,
| Tina Curry |