That last journey to the vets plays with your mind, it takes longer than normal, but you still get there too soon. I felt such a b**ch, I felt I was taking him to his death and I apologised to him, but there was nothing I could do to help him but say goodbye. The tumour had grown so quickly that there was no room for food and the poor little chap was a light as a feather.
I kissed him on his forehead and cradled his little head in my hands until he stopped purring. Again, I apologised to him.
Nos da Junior bach, diolch am fod yn gradur bach mor ddoniol, mi fydd y turkey yn saff dolig yma!
May 2014 - 23rd November 2022
