He was old, over 14 years. The vet told us that he wou
ldn't have lived for this long unless he'd gotten this kind of love and care, but in the end it was the desease that killed him. He was so thin, even though he got medicines, they seemed to stop working, and he stopped putting on weight, he was constantly hungry, tired and just not what he used to be. Still, if he hadn't gotten that desease, I am certain that he would still be running around.
We buried him yesterday, and I barely had the light to see him for the last time, it looked like he was sleeping, and that sort of...I don't know...calmed me?
I will always miss him, I loved him.

