My hairy little Angel told us in no uncertain terms that he'd been around a bit too long and wanted to be off to greener sweeter pastures today
Sadly he deteriorated really quickly after a promising couple of days following palliative treatment from the vet last week. We really thought we'd have a few more weeks to get used to losing him, but the tumour was too aggressive and today he stopped eating, took himself off out of the herd looking uncomfortable and distressed.
As soon as I got there it was obvious that he wanted to go, he actually looked his age for the first and only time, so Sam's vet came straight out and helped him on his way over the bridge.
Can't believe that after 18 years in my life he won't be around any more.
God Bless you, your furry face, slightly wonky halo
and little white socks, give your old friend Safi a nuzzle when you see her xx
