The last 3 weeks have been some of the most depressing of my life. Days before my birthday one of our oldest cats suffered stage 3 kidney failure and I had to make the decision to put him to sleep rather than watch him suffer a painful death, he was a good cat who loved everybody including my German Shepherd who regularly groomed him. Always made me smile to see a 90lb gentle giant grooming a 8lb cat. Then Monday I took My dog to the vet as he wasn’t eating and seemed a bit unsteady walking, he had a cancerous lump on his spleen that spread to his lungs, and once again I was given the choice of letting him go peacefully or watch him suffer. I held my friend in my lap as he passed away. It’s been a long time since I have cried so hard, he was my best friend and I feel like part of my soul has vanished. I have lost track of how many times I’ve reached down to pet him the last few days.