Hoppit!
Wise Old Thumper
I've just come back from work to find him stretched out under my bed. I knew it was coming, he was nearly 11, but somehow that doesn't help. He was my best friend, my sweet boy. I love him so very much. Already I'm racked with guilt and wondering what I could of done, wishing I could have been there for him at the end. I hope it was quick and pain free. I'm crying and shaking but it doesn't actually feel real at all. I think it will take a long time to really hit home.