As a few of you know, Wonton, my dearest friend, died of pancreatitis. For those of you that do not know what pancreatitis is, it is inflammation of the pancreas; usually marked by abdominal pain. No one knows how one might get it, not even the numerous vets we asked. We received Wonton in Alabama, and I got the privilege to choose him. All of the Chinese Pugs there did not catch my eye; they all looked the same and they were all fighting over the same chew toy. There was nothing special here, I thought. But just before we left, without finding the Pug we liked, one caught my eye.
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There he was, the runt of the litter. He was asleep, curled up in a little ball, fast asleep in the corner. He was the most adorable little dear I had ever seen. I decided that he was the one, so we took him back home. Once he got home, he was frightened, but I could tell he was extremely happy. He ran all over the house, playing with whatever he could find. He would chew on socks, earrings, sweaters, stuffed animals, anything at all. He was my baby, and I loved him so much.

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He loved:

-Chewing on things
-Eating, eating, and more eating xD
-"Licking air"
-Cuddling up in my lap
-Getting up on the furniture, and sleeping
-Being loved

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A month ago, he was diagnosed with pancreatitis, a disease that shuts down the pancreas. When we found out about this, we didn't think it was anything we couldn't cure. The vet said not to be worried, we just needed to give him insulin shots to keep his blood sugar low. So we took him back to the house and started this treatment. About four days later, we took him back to the doctor. The insulin shots weren't working, so she decided to keep him for a few days. I didn't like this idea, but I accepted it, and let them take him from me.

When we went to pick him up, he didn't look that well. He looked a little skinny, and his nose was running. They told us to start force feeding him, which worried me. I didn't know what to expect. One week later, things got even worse. His organs started to shut down, and he started shivering like crazy. I would put blankets over him and hold him in my lap. I would hum something to him, and pet his head softly. I had a fear that God would take him away from me, which is something I absolutely hated to think about. I couldn't do anything to help his condition. Most nights I would cry myself to sleep.