We had to call the Vet today - we picked up the boy early from school and the Vet paid a house visit. Their bedside manner was nothing short of amazing.
Taking these pics seems kind of ogreish, but the boy asked me to get my camera. The younger was napping, Dad was counselling, and I felt a bit strange actually, taking photographs. I don't have any other images of my children crying, in grief..
The younger awoke when the Vets arrived, and we all crowded in the bedroom. AB took the baby and I hugged the elder. I asked if he wanted to watch or go, and he elected to watch. The Vets were SO KIND and caring and explained every step.
It wasn't very nice when they had to put the line in. Bob had 'old man' veins and they had to try twice, he growl/ye-owled a little then and it was a bit upsetting. I have no idea what the bill will be, but i'm so glad they sent 2 people. The assistant held Bob firmly and sweetly and mumured sweet nothings to him. We did the same and petted his head.
Pretty quickly, he succumbed.
Afterwards, he looked so peaceful. It made me realise how much pain he must have been in. He was curled like a cat should be, like Bob always was, but not like he has been these last few days.
And tonight he sleeps cold in the ground.
I hate that, I really hate that.
It was only when I uploaded these photos tonight I realised the bedcushion ship's dial was set to STOP. I hadn't noticed. It made me cry all over again.
At least he's back out in his favourite sunspot in the garden again.
But it's still pretty awful.