Yesterday, our world lost a small but strong little light.
Two and a half weeks ago, we learned that Mr. Mackie only had a little while left to live. Since then, he has eaten grandly, spent hours on our bed hanging out with us, and been showered with love, attention, and visits from friends. A few days ago, I started noticing that he was cuddling a lot more than he usually did, and exhibiting signs of pain. We took him to the vet to weigh him and found out that he had already lost 30 grams of body weight - a sign of rapid decline in small furry ones like him - so he was prescribed an opioid painkiller. I pretty much knew then that we needed to start saying goodbye.
It's been pretty horrible watching such a sweet, energetic, and inquisitive little dude get so sick, so fast - only a week ago, he was bouncing around and snatching treats straight from the bag, but by Tuesday he seemed to have lost a lot of energy. Wednesday night was spent with him curled up in our arms, and around 2 am we decided that it was time. Blake was up every hour checking on him while I slept, and we took him into the vet's office the next afternoon.
It's going to be hard to come home and not immediately say hello to him, or to get ready for bed without him poking around in the pillows. He's followed us through so much growth and change in the last two years, and he has been a constant source of solace, entertainment, and companionship. It's amazing how such a small presence could bring so much joy into our lives.
So to celebrate Mackie, here are a few of my favorite photos of him.
His favorite places: our bed, any couch or interesting piece of furniture (including people), and his various nests of blankets, tissue paper, and cardboard.
Rest in peace, my handsome little buddy. You are so loved, and so missed already. <:3O~