This is my good boy, Chevy. He's very sick with an infection that we can't seem to get rid of. I have been struggling with the thought that I might lose him soon. He has been my tiny rock for six years. He is very sensitive to his world and people. When someone in our little family is down this best boy is under foot with nose boops and head rubs to help you feel better.
We've been battling this infection since March when his original vet suggested an "easy and routine" surgery to remove bladder stones. The surgery went well according to that vet but Chevy has not been well since. After going unheard by his vet we went to several emergency vets who luckily slowed the progression and gave him some comfort.
We've now been with a new vet and still battling a raging infection with everything the vet can throw at him and he still declines. I'm out of money and he's running out of time. The thought of failing this incredible creature has me sick with grief and shame. He has given us everything he has ever had to his name, his love. I can't fail him but I am out of ideas.
