Threre's a big doggy shaped hole in our house. I'd noticed over the last few days that Max seemed a bit wobbley but this morning he really struggled to stand I had to lift him into the car. He didn't want to walk and when he did it was a struggle, so I knew like it or not it was time. I stayed with him to the end while Trish waited in the car. She's in tears and I'm not much better I'd forgotten just how upsetting it is when your fury friend goes
So sorry about Max, paddywak! It is dreadfully hard to let them go. I can't bear the thought of losing one of ours! He will always be in your hearts, for sure! Lots of hugs to you and Trish!