Mangie (Mango) was put to sleep.
He had become blind and deaf.
Three of his legs were arthritic.
He fell in the fish pond several times.
He couldn’t find the real back door when he cried to get in.
I picked him up and took him to his backdoor.
I would let him smell me first. He still liked his ears scratched.
We knew his was unhappy in his dark and silent space full of pain.
The decision to have a pet put to sleep is a difficult and tearful one.
I had to have my cat put to sleep. I missed him for a very long time.
So, this post is to honour Mangie.
He let us into his world.
He adopted us.
He liked us, and enjoyed when we dog-sat him.
He was our friend from 2006 to 2014.
We will miss him.
But we know he is at peace.