I lost Bernie on Halloween. I had gone to Braintree to buy him food and apply for jobs. When I came home he was hiding in the closet and wouldn't eat.
He looked like he was in pain so I called the vet and they said to bring him in. I begged a neighbour to drive me to the vet.
They gave him under the skin fluids, pain medicine, stuff for his digestive system. I took him home.
I went to a halloween party and checked on him two times, trying to get him to eat the first time.
When I came back, I tried to get him to eat some hay. He ran around the room bloated, let out a few sad heartbreaking moans while I tired to call up an emergency vet and just died.

I miss him.
It's not the same without him.
He was my best most unjudgemental friend.
I've got to stop. I don't want to cry in the library.