He couldn't eat, he couldn't stand, he couldn't even hold his head or arms off the ground for more than a couple seconds without convulsing. He only got worse as the hours went on. We could not afford another $3000 hospital stay with the chance that he could relapse as soon as he came home. He was unhappy and suffering. In the end, we had to let him go.
I'm sorry to everybody that got invested in our story just to see it end like this. I'm especially sorry to Simba. He deserved to see many years to come. If I had been more diligent and less stubborn, this could have been avoided. I only hope that his year with us was as wonderful as ours was with him.
Thank you, everybody that shared opinions and anecdotes. It means the world to me that there were so many people willing to help a complete stranger. Simba would have appreciated it as well.
Rest in peace Simba, the best friend I ever could have asked for
Oct. 3, 2004 - Dec. 22, 2018