Moby's Abode

It was a sad day today (Monday 26th April, 1999), when I had to make the decision to have George, my best mate for 15 years, put down. He was ok first thing in the morning, then I found him later in the bathroom, unable to move his back end. I took him to the vet who thought it may have been a stroke. After xrays it was discovered that a weak vertebrae had broken and severed his spinal column. He also had a number of cancerous growths, as well as heart problems. I could not see George living in suffering for my own selfish needs. I went back to the vet in the afternoon, and held George while the vet administered a lethal injection that was pretty well instantaneous.

He was still his happy self, purring, like he always did, to the end.

Hope you still get your leg rubs where you are now, mate.