I'm so very sad today. Poor SmokeyPokey had some sort of neurological 'event' yesterday, resulting in one rear leg dangling uselessly behind him. He had no pain, but was very confused and kept falling over.
I managed to get an appointment at the vets this morning, and she agreed that it was 'time'. So he was put to sleep, and went very peacefully. Husband has buried him under the pear tree in our back garden, next to Minty and Murphy. He said a Muslim prayer for him.
Both if us cried buckets, but we believe we have done the best thing.
The house is strange without him. He was always glued to my side on the sofa.
Oh dear.