I felt physically sick when I lost Craig. He was poorly and not himself on the Monday. Not eating. Put himself to bed all week (i think he knew in a way). My wife took him to vets on saturday morning, vet felt around and found a large tumour on his liver and going to his lungs. We only had one option. I couldn't go for the 'end', I just stayed at home and sobbed. The only thing I will say is that I have never seen him look so peaceful and beautiful. As I said before he's resting in the garden with a cuddly toy, some cream cheese and his favourite ham

. He was 18, he needed the rest.
It does and will get better. I still say goodnight to his canvas picture though
