It's been seven years, but I always take time to remember my big, sweet tuxedo boy, Willy, who was PTS on March 3. I'd learned just two months before on a routine trip to the vet that something was wrong with Willy. He seemed fine, but had lost a few pounds. Blood tests and an ultrasound showed he was in kidney failure. Because he was young, only four years old, the vet thought he'd do well on medication. Willy responded well initially, but in his last couple of weeks, he went down hill quickly, growing weaker by the day and refusing to eat. As hard as it was, I couldn't let him suffer and the vet didn't give us much hope. I feel so blessed to have been with Willy at the end, holding him and sofly singing "My Guy." He loved it when I sang to him. Willy and I only had a few years together, but that time was truly a gift. He was an incredibly sweet, friendly and loving boy.
I still miss him and he will always be in my heart.
I still miss him and he will always be in my heart.