He fought for months trying to get around on three legs. The pain, his ability to function and his quality of life suddenly became irreversible. Today he let me know that he was tired and it was time to say goodbye. In my heart I know he knew he couldn't go on. He was a dear sweet little furboy and I was lucky to have him for three years. He ran many races at the track and his couch potato life made him happiest of all especially when he scrunched up his bed to nest it just right.
Run FREE with the angels, Webster my sweetheart little boy!!!
Thank you for all your prayers of hope and understanding. It has helped me get through a difficult time. My blogger friends mean so much to me. Thank you!