This means I'm sad :(

Poor Charlie.

Lou just came back from 2 weeks in Melbourne doing prac work for her Vet course. We went over to her house so she could do some washing. Jody, the girl house-sitting for her parents, was out. I got to play with Charlie and Tessa for a bit, while Lou got organised. I picked up his poo.

A few hours after we left, Lou got a call from Jody at the UQ Vet Clinic saying that Charlie had fallen down the stairs and suffered serious injuries. We rushed to the clinic.

He has suffered internal trauma; his lungs were operating at a third of their normal capacity, and his heart was beating faster than normal. We got to see him in the ICU. They had him sedated and on oxygen; hooked up to heart & oxygen monitors. The Vet said that although he didn't think that it was cause for euthaniasia yet, as he was not in any pain, but he was not optimistic. Puppies don't have a lot of resilience.

We all stayed with him for a while. Jody kept saying how sorry she was. We kept saying it wasn't her fault. In a way, I believe now, we were all equally responsible. Those stairs.

We got the call that he had died, a few hours later. Lou cried a lot, and I wanted to cry too. She had wanted to be with him when he passed.

Very sad.