It was another tumour that did for him, in the stomach this time, it was a mercifully quick decline. Started getting sick saturday morning and stopped eating, vets treatment from a Monday, lost a kilo in a matter of days.
He started looking for dark corners this morning, then struggled up on Mrs Meerkatz to sleep away the afternoon cuddled up to her - he knew it was the end, and that’s made it a bit easier.
Vets were brilliant, his surgeon who’d done so much work on him over the last few years came in on his day off to see him on on the last goodbye. It went well, Gerry wasn’t stressed and was surrounded by people he recognised, and His surgeon gave him a mild seditive to send him quietly asleep first.