We took Schroeder to the vet’s today. He had been failing, but in the last couple days he stopped eating and drinking. It was time. I know we did the right thing for him but that doesn’t make it easier.
I’m a little surprised how hard hit’s hitting me. Shelley’s being stoic, but she’ll miss him too.
We were hoping he’d hang on until Dylan got back for Christmas, but I guess that just wasn’t to be.
Poor old guy.
Sorry old bean very sorry ….