Johnny had very long hair. It was soft and without rosettes. The roan was so beautiful, and he had agouti on his face. He had the cutest stripe of white down his forehead.
I fell in love with him, and wanted to keep him. I guess I got my wish, but in a horrible form. I remember an email I recieved from a friend a few days after I recieved him. "Bet the peruvian goes quick", the person was talking about being adopted but I can't help to feel it was some sort of foreshadowing because of how quickly he left me.
Johnny took a turn for the worse yesterday. He had lost 200 grams in about a week. I sat with him last night, shoving critical care into him 1 cc at a time. I brought him to the vet this morning. His diagnosis was that he had illeus, and he might have had a minor case of bronchitis. He died this afternoon at the vet's office.
I have a mixture of feelings. I blame myself even though everyone around me tells me I couldn't have done anything. I feel like I've failed him.
Johnny is finally able to rest in peace.
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