In Yoko's Memory

Letter sent to the Dayrits this morning:

Dear Auntie Nene, Uncle Manolet, Sophia and Roxanne,

I am gravely sorry to inform you all that Yoko passed away this morning, 3am while being confined in the private vet's clinic. We did everything we thought was good for him.

Hindi naagapan yung infection niya sa GI tract. PSPCA (Phil Society for the Protection and Care of Animals) misdiagnosed his condition na stress lang daw since maraming animal patients with the same signs and symptoms ang pumupunta sa kanila due to the new year firecrackers. We kept on bringing him to PSPCA for 3 days after niyang ayaw kumain. Puro dextrose lang ang binibigay saka pampagana, walang antibiotics. Sabi ng PSPCA ok na raw after the third day, so pinilit lang namin painumin ng gatas at vitamins.

Yesterday, he kept of vomiting and in the afternoon, he vomited his vitamins with a few drops of blood, so na-alarma na kami at dinala na sa private vet. Saka lang na-diagnose na infected ang kanyang throat. This morning, nabalitaan namin from the clinic that he passed away. He died of sepsis, I think.

There's a superstition na may sinalo si Yokong family member who would about to die. I hope this is true.

Please pray for Yoko. He had been a very charming ang loving pet for all of us.

Jay

Comments

Anonymous said…
with deepest sympathy... dale
11:31 AM
miah said…
i am very saddened about what happened to yoko... i know you love him like ur li'l "brother" but we have to face the reality that there is nothing permanent in this world.... move on... i know you can make it... and i know that there are more yoko's will come your way..... who knows :)
7:54 PM
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