Some of you might remember that I was adopted by William, the elderly local stray. He had arthritis, was losing his eyesight and various neurological problems but my Mum took him in and he's lived with her for the last 5 months.
Mum phoned me this morning to say that William had fallen over a couple of times yesterday and he was hardly moving. He brightened up and was eating but I made an appointment to take him to the vet this evening. It turned out that he was completely blind and the vet thinks he had a brain tumour so we made the awful decision to have him put to sleep.
We were told he could have had a steroid injection but that would have only bought him a couple of weeks and that would have been for us and not him. DH and I stayed with William - he been left to fend for himself to much so we couldn't leave him on his own at the end.
I knew he was elderly and he had problems but I really hoped he would have longer with us. He only adopted me 6 months ago but it's so bloody hard. I keep crying and thinking did I do the right thing. Deep down I know that I did but he was a lovely boy and I wish I could have done more for him.
Run free little William.