We had to have one of our beloved boys PTS last night. It wasn't entirely unexpected but it came suddenly. It comforts me that he spent his last day in the sun, on his favourite seat in the garden, with his brother sitting close by, as if they knew...
We have no children so I'm afraid he really was a fur-baby to us.
The vets were utterly wonderful and I am so grateful to them. It was mercifully quick in the end and I have absolutely no doubt that we did the right thing.
But it's so hard isn't it? Even the dog seems sad.