Entirely expected, in fact the vet said we had done well to keep him in reasonable health for as long as we did. But today was the day my lovely ginger boy Cromarty had to meet the Grim Squeaker at last. His breathing took a turn for the worse last weekend and he seemed to lack the energy to eat – at first we soldiered on with me hand-feeding him soft foods but last night he would only have his blob of pudding with his meds in it, and this morning he wouldn’t even have that.
Sleep tight, handsome. I’m going to miss you.