And I know it's the right thing to do but Christ I feel shit about it. Have been crying on and off yesterday and this morning.
Ironically the old boy is having quite a good morning and has been quite sprightly, but he is starting to suffer. He's almost deaf, senile, has arthritis and over the last week is starting to have seizures, so I suspect something cancerous is going on.
He's 15 and I have had him for over a decade. He's sleeping next to me right now and I am dreading saying goodbye to him.