Yesterday morning I gave Biscuit the last of his milk when I left the house. When I came home after work Biscuit did not meet me at the door. He did not sleep with me. He was not there in the morning.
Short version he wasn't there when I came home today and I knew it was bad news. I looked out back and he was dead, lying in the grass, in a very peaceful albeit stiff position. When I went to check on him it was obvious he was gone, he had passed in his sleep while lying in the sun.
He wasn't scared at the vet. He was in his yard in the warm sun.
Spotty and Cleo are wrecks. It hasn't really hit me yet.
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