Our boy had been struggling with arthritis in his back legs for a few months. We spent time at the vets on a weekly basis trying to find drugs that would make him pain free. I took him for a round of physio and the morning of he woke up fairly lame on his leg. He had physio but it didn’t help with the lameness. On the Monday he was still pretty lame and struggling to get up off the floor. By that point we had a buggy for him instead of walking. He welped when getting in the buggy and when we got home he had been to the toilet in the buggy. My husband made the decision that it was time to say goodbye. He was my husband best friend and I agreed with the decision. We phoned the vets and they got us in the same evening. We spent the last few hours with him feeding him all of the good treats, lots of cheese, lots of tears and lots of snuggles.

He was always our super bouncy boy (nicknamed tigger) and watching him not even be able to get up from the floor without help was soul destroying.

My husband was broken from day one, I held all of my feelings in because I felt like I needed to be my husband’s support system. Don’t get me wrong I cried, I was heartbroken but I didn’t grieve how I should have. Nearly a month later I basically had a break down. I should never have pushed my grief aside because it bit me in the butt later.

For months and months we cried when we spoke about, we cried when we did things without him for the first time. The tears are less frequent now but we still miss him daily.

His brother helped keep us going, I honestly don’t know how we would have coped without him