marnarojas
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(Written Friday, January 30, 2009)
We arrived home from Mexico City just a few short hours ago. We were fortunate enough to see one of the best wildlife specialists, but it was soon very evident that Mr. Bunâs abscess was very extensive and complicated. New x-rays showed that not only were molar roots involved but there was also a complete dislocation of his lower jaw bone, probably due to pressure build-up from the abscess. The bone was altered in other areas and the specialist, who is also a good friend, warned me that the post-operative care for Mr. Bun would be critical and there were no guarantees for success with surgery, but she still she pleaded with me to give her the chance to try to help him. I asked her to let me be alone with Mr. Bun for awhile while we sorted everything out. I thought a lot about Gizmo, I thought a lot about the month that Mr. Bun had been on antibiotics without seeing any real improvement. I thought about how compromised his immune system must have been by now, about how we could be involved in the same situation with more abscesses three or four or five months from nowâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦.and I thought about how happy Mr. Bun had always been and what happiness he brought to our family. Late in the afternoon I took the very painful decision to help Mr. Bun hop peacefully out of this world and into the next. Our doctor, Berenice was supportive, and we could not have had a better friend at our side in those moments. It was a cloudy day. I held Mr. Bun close to my heart, and all of the sudden the sun broke through the clouds with great splendor and splashed a warm, radiant light across Mr. Bunâs little body. I knew that he was binky dancing at Rainbow Bridge.
Dr. Berenice called me at my hotel late last night. I had asked her to do an autopsy so that she might learn also from my great teacher, MR. BUN. She told me that we had taken the best decision. The abscess was more extensive than any she had ever seen; it encircled the trachea and a vital arteryâ¦â¦â¦â¦..she told me that she would have euthanized my precious little bun during surgery upon seeing that. : (
I am sad. I will miss him very much. Maybe someday Iâll have another bun-bunâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦..he opened a door to another world of joy for me.
We laid Mr. Bun to rest back home in Acapulco this afternoon at sunsetâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦..on a nice, cushy bed of hay covered with all of his favorite herbs: Mint, Cilantro, Parsley, and of course CARROTS!
Thank you so much for all of you at RO for your help and concern.
Marna and my Angel-Bun!
We arrived home from Mexico City just a few short hours ago. We were fortunate enough to see one of the best wildlife specialists, but it was soon very evident that Mr. Bunâs abscess was very extensive and complicated. New x-rays showed that not only were molar roots involved but there was also a complete dislocation of his lower jaw bone, probably due to pressure build-up from the abscess. The bone was altered in other areas and the specialist, who is also a good friend, warned me that the post-operative care for Mr. Bun would be critical and there were no guarantees for success with surgery, but she still she pleaded with me to give her the chance to try to help him. I asked her to let me be alone with Mr. Bun for awhile while we sorted everything out. I thought a lot about Gizmo, I thought a lot about the month that Mr. Bun had been on antibiotics without seeing any real improvement. I thought about how compromised his immune system must have been by now, about how we could be involved in the same situation with more abscesses three or four or five months from nowâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦.and I thought about how happy Mr. Bun had always been and what happiness he brought to our family. Late in the afternoon I took the very painful decision to help Mr. Bun hop peacefully out of this world and into the next. Our doctor, Berenice was supportive, and we could not have had a better friend at our side in those moments. It was a cloudy day. I held Mr. Bun close to my heart, and all of the sudden the sun broke through the clouds with great splendor and splashed a warm, radiant light across Mr. Bunâs little body. I knew that he was binky dancing at Rainbow Bridge.
Dr. Berenice called me at my hotel late last night. I had asked her to do an autopsy so that she might learn also from my great teacher, MR. BUN. She told me that we had taken the best decision. The abscess was more extensive than any she had ever seen; it encircled the trachea and a vital arteryâ¦â¦â¦â¦..she told me that she would have euthanized my precious little bun during surgery upon seeing that. : (
I am sad. I will miss him very much. Maybe someday Iâll have another bun-bunâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦..he opened a door to another world of joy for me.
We laid Mr. Bun to rest back home in Acapulco this afternoon at sunsetâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦..on a nice, cushy bed of hay covered with all of his favorite herbs: Mint, Cilantro, Parsley, and of course CARROTS!
Thank you so much for all of you at RO for your help and concern.
Marna and my Angel-Bun!
