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Our appointment was at 10am. It was as peaceful as it could be. They gave him a shot with a sedative that he didn't seem to notice at all, and I held him up under my chin until he was asleep. Then I let them have him and they gave him an injection to stop his heart. They gave him back to me and I held him til he was gone. I wasn't ready to let him go, but he was so weak this morning and could barely stand. But he ate up his food from the syringe, gobbled down his greens and ate a big piece of red pepper. Somehow it didn't seem right that he was so interested in his food today and seemed alert. His poor body was just wasting away and it was so sad. Bug didn't go with me, she stayed with her grandpa, but she's home now and crying off and on. It's so hard. Every time we've made the decision to pts an animal, they have been very old with major health issues...but no matter that, I always feel so terribly guilty. I hate that feeling. I feel like I should be relieved that he's not in pain anymore, and I am. I just feel heartbroken and I already miss the sound of his water bottle jangling all day and the sounds of his wheeking when he hears us. Hard day.