I lost my friend of ten years yesterday. Last week I noticed that he just looked worn out and a few days ago he stopped eating. He started having trouble breathing and we took him to the vet. They couldn't fgiure out what was wrong with him and he just didn't get any better. My husband and I visited him the night before he went and he looked so weak and tired - not at all the beautiful, talkative fellow he had been. The vet called us in the morning to tell us he had gone in the night. I miss him so much - I can't go anywhere in the house without thinking of him. He really was a good spirit in our lives - our fur-baby. I keep thinking of how he would start talking and walking on the bed after the alarm would go off in the morning. Who is going to make sure I get up now?
We love you, Link.
We love you, Link.