We’re not sure exactly what Smithers got into. This morning we found him laying on the ground, motionless, with his vomit having been flung all over the place. He then began to convulse wildly with seizures.
We took him to the vet, though we were pessimistic about their ability to do anything. Indeed the vet could not do anything about the problem; they were only able to administer drugs.
After the drugs wore off, after we had taken him home, he began to have the seizures again. We realized that nothing could be done, since his neurological hardware had obviously been fried, so we had to put him down.
Here is the last video we took of him tonight:
This is the sort of thing that happens to animals when they get into toxic substances that people carelessly dump into the environment.
and thus, the marriage of soul and body is rent violently from its calm existence to remind us once more the true nature of our own existence; one side is of this world and must remain in this world, the other side a visitor, here only to experience life. Smithers experienced his life, his body will return to the earth and his soul will return to the place from which it came.
I’m sorry for your loss. It’s so sad when something like that happens.
The dust has settled, and the fog of emotion and waves of thought have passed.
The day after this event I noticed pest control activity at the house next door. They have a relatively messy house, and it is likely that many of the pests in the neighborhood are due to their filthiness.
I think what happened to Smithers, is he ate a rat, that had been poisoned. That is the best explanation I can offer.
Thanks to those of you who sent your sympathy. I think many of us learned a valuable lesson about our selves. A lesson that can only be learned by experiencing certain levels of suffering and detachment.