On Friday night I had to have Rocket put down. Here's a picture of him in his prime:
6 months ago he had to have 6 teeth removed. He seemed to recover alright and I fed him on gravy slops. Two months ago he couldn't jump up onto the bed - he lost weight - but regained it. On Friday he was limping around the kitchen dragging his right paw. He wouldn't eat or drink. The vet said that nothing could be done.
After only 12.5 year his life was ended. I miss him terribly.