Wow.  Today was the toughest day of my life.  Looking into his eyes, and saying goodbye.

He looked so happy and excited for our car trip.

I sat on the edge of the bed crying after giving him his last shot of insulin.  Obviously he didn’t need it, but there was something so evil about saying, “what’s the difference”.   I filled the needle to 32 units of Insulin, and threw the bottle.  That’s when it hit me.

I cooked him a couple of pieces of bacon to enjoy.  Made him do his normal tricks.  Paw, speak, shut the drawers, kisses, and lastly, take the last piece from my mouth.

I gave him his favorite soft squeekey ferret toy, and asked if he wanted to go for a ride!  Of course, he bolted to the door.

Here’s a shot of him as we reached the vet’s office…

We brought him in, I lead him crying hysterically;  We went into the office, I took off his collar; grabbed his cheeks with both hands; kissed him right on the nose… he licked my face, we put the vet leash on him… they tried to get him to go in the back.  He almost took off out the door we were going out, and I had to tap him on the butt and say go with them buddy… he did.  We cried.

We donated his cans of prescription food to the Vet, and all his unused needles.

Heres a photo from the day before.  (yesterday) Lucky soaking up the sun.  One of his favorite things to do.
I love you buddy.   I’ll miss you.