The family that gave her to us could no longer keep her and so we adopted her. After 9 days he started to feel really bad and he was thinking about intestinal problems. The next day she no longer moved her hind legs and the vet had her do an emergency MRI. She was so full of tumors that nothing could be done, not even operated on. I would have liked to spare her even a minute of the three days of pain spent between medications and liquid nutrition. We had just had it for nine days but for us it was as if we had had it for a lifetime.
The next day I made this drawing where she sleeps peacefully, surrounded by the warmth and soft affection of a family who loved her from the first moment they saw her.
Even now I can't talk or write about it without crying, even though I know we couldn't do anything more than what we did