My darling Dandy fought off multiple illnesses over the last couple of months, including cancer in his toes. After his amputation operation, it didn't stay in remission, and he had been slowly fading away.
I didn't know what to do. I was due for my latest boob surgery on Wednesday. I didn't want to take his life away earlier than necessary just because I was going into hospital. I didn't want him to suffer longer than necessary just to assuage my guilt.
On Thursday he had hardly eaten for more than a day, and I decided to take him along to the vet's for his last goodbye.
Some of you will remember his loud purr, which kept me company for 18 years.
He was also very talkative.
I will love him forever.
