It's official and now the jokes have started.
Balboa wasn't sick, he was injured, and I was totally at fault for his injury.
You see, Balboa is like my little shadow. I can't go any where in the condo without that little boy either by my side or watching me and the same holds true for when I sleep. He usually starts off sleeping by my side with me all curled up around him but then he makes his way down by my knees. I end up getting a bit claustrophobic with him pinning the blanket down and restricting my legs from moving so I often move him back up to by my chest.
On Monday, I must have not have moved him. I squished him instead.
Balboa experienced near death experiences on a daily living back in Korea with 120lb Pyen Chi pouncing on him and often rolling over him in bed. But now he doesn't have Pyen Chi by his side, he has me, and though I'm only a couple of pounds bigger than Pyen Chi and have two less legs, it was me who hurt him.
Hearing the vet tell me "you squished the patient" sounded funny but it was as amusing at it was heartbreaking because I love that little guy and I know he's been in such pain the past couple of days.
Damn... I'm sorry Balboa.
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