Our last walk, our last hug. He was in such pain from his front foot and back hock. The only thing that made this morning any easier is the fact that I know he had a great year and he isn't suffering any more.
He was in fantastic shape (other than his arthritis and ringbone and bone chips, lol) and had gained twice his original weight. He had just turned 14.
If you want, look back to 'Hello, Tommy' on April 4, 2010 to see the progression of pictures...
Or, back to May 4, 2009, the day we rescued Tommy....
I'm off to bed. Tired. Sad. Wishing this day didn't happen.
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