It's been a sad day today. Tom went to sleep for the last time. I said goodbye to him early this morning before leaving to catch the London train. Not that he could hear me. Or see me. His recent diabetes had left him virtually blind and deaf. But when I picked him up and held him like a baby he knew it was me.
I told him last night (ahead of the vet coming this morning) how much we all loved him and that never a day will go by when we won't think about him. 'See you on the other side, little man.' He blinked twice. That's a date then.