Parvel
"Parvel"
December 2002 ~ 15/2 2003
Black Striped Roan
Unknown pedigree
This is one of the sadest stories I have. A young little boy that stole my heart, I couldn't help myself. I brought him with me from the Zoo shop even though he was so very ill.
We got six days together before he passed away. Six days of tense but happy hopefulness. We visited the vet, managed to get him on medication, managed to make him gain a little weight...
He was so lively even if he was skinny and his fur was constantly tousled. He had that gleam in his eyes that made me think he could make it. That he could get better---
He never got better. His death was surpirsing as he the very same morning had drunk by himself and eaten much more than any day before. He even wanted to explore the floor and I let him. He bounced around and my heart felt so warm. He looked more alive than any of the six days before as he bounced up in my knee and laid down to sleep. I guess he was tired after the excercise and didn't disturb his sleep.
He never woke up again.
I have never had such great contact with any other animal even, as I had with little parvel. Somehow we knew each other from the beginning and whenever he asked for something it seemed I got it right. I was the only one that could feed him as he stubbornly refused to eat when anyone else tried. He slept in my bed, woke me up with a nibble on my shoulder when he wanted to go on the toilet and gnawed in my hair when he wanted water. Most of those six days he spent in my pockets, sleeping. My hope is that I at least made the last days of his life somewhat better...