Evening Y'all.
I love my pets, and the hardest times are if that decision has to be made. They have always let me know when it;s time.
The worst one was a tomcat we had, he was born in out basement and was the runt of the litter, his mama would always drop him on Beth's lap and go feed the litter then come tend to him. We had no choice but to keep him. He was the best cat we have ever had. Huge 20lb Sylvester cat with a heart of gold that I watched kill a rattle snake and a opossum.
He howled like death itself the day his mom was killed by the fan in my Jeep.
He had gotten very very old, dumped most of his weight and one day ran off for about a week. I knew he had gone off to dye alone in the woods.
My son called me one morning and told me Bernie had come home but looked very bad. When I got home that evening Bernie was sleeping on the tile floor in the bathroom and was not doing well. I left him there and took a shower and when I had gotten out he had passed. It was almost like he was waiting to say good by to me. He was my constant shadow his whole life.
That one was rough.
