My four-legged friend died on Wednesday. I am still hurting so bad that I can barely speak about it.
We've been together for almost 14 years, the very first time we've seen each other he reached out and kissed me... and before he drew his last 3 breaths he turned his head to kiss me good-bye.
The only good thing is that he didn't suffer too much. The night before he brought me his toys, as usual, and we were playing before falling asleep. The next morning I woke up to his wailing and in about 4 hours he was gone forever.
I don't have many photos of him and his fur was so black that you couldn't tell his features in a photo - not enough contrast. But here are a few I have...