Thanks everyone for your nice comments. Fletcher is no more. He was lying beside me on the couch breathing ever more shallowly when I notices excessive drool around his mouth. I picked him up to take him outside and he went rag-doll limp in my arms. No more breathing. No more irregular heart beat. I laid him in the garden. Said my goodbyes. Called Heidi Rose over. She was reluctant to get very near. When the engine stops, we stop. He had a good death. I'm glad the window of our lives overlapped as much as they did.
Don't forget to make it count you guys.
Don't forget to make it count you guys.