Goodbye, Tiko

I don't have many words today. We took Tiko to the vet yesterday afternoon, and found out that he was much sicker than we thought. End stage kidney failure, as well as anemic and some other issue that Dr. Tucker explained but I wasn't really listening at that point. Treatment would have been a permanent IV for fluids and an intense medication regime of four different medications per day...multiple times a day. We had to consider what type of life that would be for him...given that there was no chance he'd get better. If anything, he'd stay in the exact same shape, which wasn't very good at all. So...we said goodbye. Owen was there (which I'm sure some of you will think I'm crazy for, but they were buddies and I wanted Owen to say goodbye, even though he won't remember it) and gave him a pat before C took him out of the room. I stayed with Mr. T and had a snuggle while Dr. Tucker administered the sedative. I've had to do this with our family cat (Thomas Twiliger Thompson) and our pooch (Anthony Aloysius) and from experience have found most animals to twitch, seize, lose control of their bowels etc. Tiko was so peaceful. When the vet tech, Emily, brought him back in and put him on the exam table, he just curled up and rested his head on my hand. We had a snuggle and I told him that I loved him very much and was happy that we took him home from the Humane Society four years ago. Dr. Tucker got me some Kleenex and then checked for a heartbeat. Tiko was gone. (queue tears...) We'll miss you, Tiko Tobias!