Oneofthepack
Well-Known Member
My baby had to be pts yesterday. He had a tumour near his heart that was stopping him getting enough oxygen. He had a lovely day on Saturday with lots of cuddles and a bone but by Sunday he was getting weaker so I made that hard decision to let him go peacefully before he got too bad to enjoy life.
He was the happiest little chap I've ever met, I used to say to him 'you're always laughing' and his whole body wriggled when he wagged his tail. He used to 'chat' to me in little growly noises and was just the most playful funny boy. The last thing he did in the vets surgery was give me 'kisses with teeth in' (a kiss and a bite rolled into one!) and made grab for what he thought was a toy in my hand, but it was actually a wad of tissues. I'm so sad and the house seems deathly quiet without him.
He was the happiest little chap I've ever met, I used to say to him 'you're always laughing' and his whole body wriggled when he wagged his tail. He used to 'chat' to me in little growly noises and was just the most playful funny boy. The last thing he did in the vets surgery was give me 'kisses with teeth in' (a kiss and a bite rolled into one!) and made grab for what he thought was a toy in my hand, but it was actually a wad of tissues. I'm so sad and the house seems deathly quiet without him.