
Last photo of my wonderful Twitch I took this morning as I left with him for his final shot at the vet's. His body is in the front yard, next to his grave I dug, and I am about to bury him before the snow arrives.
This job NEVER gets any easier over the years, but I know it was time. He left me with a huge sigh as the anesthesia relaxed him, purring all the time while I talked to him and held him. He was gone in a matter of seconds.
Please, everybody, do not send me any poems or Rainbow Bridge stuff, as it will just make me cry all the harder. He is gone----I will miss him for a long time. He is not hurting any more. I am, but I will recover.