I am really struggling with the passing of my beloved brave little Hamish so this will be short.
After a period of ill-health, during which Hamish tried so hard to stay positive and stay with us, I called the Roving Vet on Thursday 6 September. He had not eaten for a week and it was clear the end of his life had come. The vet was wonderful and Hamish's passing was dignified and peaceful. I held him against my chest while the sedative took effect and for half an hour after he had died. His heart to my heart.
Burying him was our first job on the new block. Hamish had held on at my request because we are 'camping out' on a friend's 6 acres just out of town and had nowhere to bury him. I was adamant I didn't want to leave him at our previous home on the hill. He was gone within 2 weeks of settlement of the new property. Loyal to the end.
My heart is broken. I miss my little friend more than I can say.