Death whispers lightly in my ear as I look on at the lingering life inside this sweet little soul of a pup. We've been told that Forrest has Parvo. He is extremely sick, depressed and overall not doing well at all. We've taken him to two different vets, with the first being an extremely lonely and hurtful experience in the midst of needed tenderness. We rested in the comfort and love of the second one, knowing that they would be doing everything they could to help him survive. He is home with us after getting a dose of subcutaneous fluids, some medication and vitamins. We will be going in again tomorrow, if all goes well tonight, to receive the same treatment once again. I've been doing all that I can to help him through this and I feel completely helpless. We are giving him fluids every so often through a syringe and cleaning up after his accidents. I tried giving him his oral medication but it came right back out. I am exhausted from emotion and mental exercise. I wish I could do more and I can't. Please keep sweet Forrest in your hearts. I keep telling him that there are so many more things to see and that we won't get mad at him for taking our underwear in the yard or chewing our toys apart...if he could just pull through. I am making promises to take him to the river and romp in the water. But, I also let him know that if he needs to go...he can. We understand and we love him for how he has made our hearts grow. He teaches me now in these hours, of how important it is to love those in my heart as if they are dying. Because really, if we think about it clearly, we are...right alongside all of the living.
I am holding great hope in my heart for many more days with Forrest and his exuberance.