Day 2: Ocha Warded

Ocha: Home?

I went to visit my little darling an hour before the clinic is closed for the day. This is so I can have the vets available for discussion on my furkid instead of being swarmed by other furry patients.

I went to see Ocha first. My poor baby is crying softly when she saw me. Not moving but just looking at me to bring her home.

It was feeding time. She refused food. At least she has the drip on. Yet, she has the tube destroyed 3 times today! The last time was before I left, I noticed the leak.

She was brought in for a change. Painful moment, again. Lady vet kept asking if I'm really sure I want to watch. I didn't. I just looked at my baby's face instead of the part which the vet needs to attend. Again, my brave little angel didn't whinge. My heart broke into million pieces.

When the vet told me the bad news, I went silent. My knees nearly gave way on the spot. But I requested for further details. They will upped Ocha's dosage to combat the infection. Lady vet will discuss further with Dr Koh. Sigh.

I kept asking, "...is she dying?" Dr Koh, the head vet, said no but the lady vet hesitated. The clinic will be closed on Sunday and Monday. At least, Dr Koh will be attending to Ocha then.

I want to know. Because, I want the choice to not let my baby's last few moment of her precious life on earth being in that clinic, caged, alone and filled with pain from syringes. I want to bring her home to me, if possible.

If possible.

PLEASE get well, my super baby Ocha. We are waiting for your return!