Tomorrow will be the first Anniversary of me having my beloved Trouble PTS. I am dreading it.
He stopped playing a couple of weeks before, so when the vet said he was old and tired and ready to go, I knew I had to do the right thing for him even though she said they could prolong his life if I wanted to go down that route subjecting him to blood tests and medication, but it would have been for me and not him. So I cuddled him into his final sleep.
RIP my Baby Boy. I hope you are running and playing pain free on The Bridge now. No more cataracts clouding your lovely eyes so you'll see me when I come for you.