
Saying goodbye to my handsome little man. The vet and I believe that he had a nasty stroke as he lost the use of his legs and struggling to swallow water.
I didn't expect this, I am heartbroken. Haven't stopped crying. My Melted Marshmallow, Handsome Man, Pest, Terror, Shitbag...
You were 3 yrs and 7 months.
You would follow me into the kitchen and demand veggies straight from the fridge.
You loved showing off with the Teach n' Treat and the wooden toy plus your treat ball.
You had a nasty abscess operation on the side of you face in 2013 yet you still managed to eat solids on the day of your op. I knew you were ready to leave when you refused your favorite mint and coriander this morning. You refused recovery food from the start and still tried to eat solids. I hope you enjoyed your last meal of grass with Quinn at midnight. He misses you too.
Thank you for moving out of your blanket to lie closer to me this morning.
How will I manage without you following me everywhere and headbutting me? Without you running and popcorning like mad all over the house?
Love you so much and forever


Kissy




Last night x

Kept his cheekiness to the end, this is his last photo

