I took these pictures because I was worried he had lost too much weight. He seemed too happy and active to be as sick as he evidently was. He climbed, bounded (a sign of him feeling safe) and had a long, nice cuddle on my lap, resting his head on my arm.
We decided to take him to the vet anyway, once his breathing became laboured. By the time we got there, he was gasping for breath and within ten minutes of entering the vet's room, he had died.
Goodnight Buddy-boy. You were loved and will always be remembered.
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