I had to finally make the decison, although it hurt a lot. He was 16.5, and had been slowly going downhill for a wee while, but in the last 2 weeks he seemed to deteriorate quickly. Not the best timing, given the housefire we had a few days ago, but I knew I couldn't put it off.
Told the kids, only dd2 wanted to be there, so DH and her brought him to the surgery after we finished and I did it. I know it was the right decision, but still hard.
RIP, Murph
We won't forget you.