My gentle boy was gently led to the bridge on Wednesday last. I was vacationing in the Dominican Republic for my nephews wedding and left the boys in the care of my longtime partner, David. 2 am Wednesday morning he went into distress. David rushed him to emergency and they just managed to revive him, but he was having difficulty sustaining. His blood sugar and pressure were critically low, and was not responsive though he had a few lucid moments. His vitals were shutting down. David managed to reach me Wednesday morning. After conversation with the vet over a very garbled cell line, I had to make the call. I am heartbroken that I was not with him at the end. And coming home late last night, him not there waiting for me....even as I sit here, I expect to feel his warm body snugged up tight next to me....stealing all the couch room. Indy doesn't want to go outside at all, without his brother. At one point today, he leapt into Bacca's favourite spot next to me. He NEVER does that! I guess he knows..... It was inevitable....it was not IF but WHEN. the Hepatic Encephalopathy was steadily getting worse. But I just always assumed I would be there with him at the end. I'm heartbroken that I could not. I know Bacca would want all his friends on the forum to know that it's been a blast! He wants the Colonel to know that Bacca admits that HE was the one who stole the black bra all along, but let the Colonel take the blame, btw! He also wants to thank the forum for all the support over the last 5+ Years. It helped so much during the bad times. But Indy and I are still here...except now it won't be Barb and her Boys....but Barb and her Boy (ok, having a cry...). A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam And for a brief moment, it's glory and beauty belong to our world But then it flies on again And, although we wish it could have stayed We are so thankful to have seen it all I love you and miss you, my boy!