We had to put Twain to sleep today
He could hardly get up anymore, between the large tumor and arthritis in his front paws. My DH and I both went and I fed him dog treats and cheese while we waited for the vet to come in. Between the vet, his assistant and the two of us, there wasn't a dry eye among us. It was so hard to leave him there. He'll be cremated and his ashes spread in a pet cemetery.
We knew it was going to be soon but we kept hoping. Elvis is taking it in stride. He's taken over being the inspector general of shipments (groceries). Today he even held the door open while we brought in the bags.
Somewhere, there is a place which is filled with cheese and bacon and visitors that are only shins and pants legs and there Twain is now.
RIP Twain 6.21.96-11.13.06
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(¸.•´ (¸.•\' Sylvia