Life at № 42
Late last night, as I was going to bed, Rudy started twitching. A strange affair, like electric shocks going through his body. This developed into ever bigger seizures/strokes. A while back when he woke up and couldn’t walk and was confined to the homemade “prison”, the vet warned us the problem could be more grave than a simple pinched nerve. And so it was.
He was in and out of consciousness through the night. We all stayed together on the floor of the red room.
None of us could sleep. The vet said there was nothing that could be done – and by this morning Rudy was gone. He will be greatly missed. I’m utterly shattered.