Friday, October 12, 2018

Rest in Peace - Forcas Via Nocturna - 16.12.2015 - 11.10.2018

All great stories have a beginning and an end. The story of our dear Forcas (or as we call him, Pouch) just ended too soon.

The story began just before Christmas 2015 when Forcas was born with his siblings. All his siblings moved to their own homes, but looked like noone wanted dear Pouch so we decided to keep him. And from there on, he wrote so many wonderful chapters to his book of life, touched so many people and made smile come to our faces.
As in every great story, there is also a villain. Something bad and evil that threatens the great hero.
For Pouch, the villain was cancer. Specifically lymphoma.

When summer was arriving to our home, it brought with it dark clouds to the horizon. Pouch, who was always the model boy for health suddenly began looking ill and we took him to the vet and then to oncologist. The dark clouds landed at our doorsteps and Pouch was diagnosed with very aggressive form of lymphoma. We decided due very good prognosis to begin with chemotherapy and the change in Pouch after first chemo was remarkable. He was back to his old self again. 16 rounds of chemo and he was announced to be cancer free. The fall was already here and we were carefully celebrating. We had beat the cancer.

It not took many days until Pouch started to feel ill again and even we were hoping for the best, we also knew that this might be what we feared coming back.
And it came back. It hit Pouch with full power. He kept fighting back until couple days ago we've seen the eternity in his eyes. He was ready to give up.

Last day he got so spoiled rotten. The greatest feasts of all time. So much love and rubbing of his ribs (which he loved so much). Until yesterday, 11th of October 2018, he slept away peacefully.

Autopsy report was not pretty to hear. His whole body was infected with cancer. There was nothing anyone could have done for him besides to let him go before the pains come too great.

Cancer takes aim and shoots.
Without a thought.
Without a care in the world.
It has no feeling.
 It doesn’t care if you are young or old.
Evil or kind.
 It doesn’t care.
 It just takes.

Sadly in this story the villain won. We were left only with so many precious memories.
Thank you Pouch for being part of our lives. I just so wish you would have stayed longer. 


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