Following my most recent thread, maybe i had high expectations but i am glad that he is no longer suffering.
This afternoon Ares was getting worse and worse and i knew there wasn't much time left, which is why i spent all day with him, giving him lots of one on one attention, it was clear that when he was sitting on my chest that he was losing his fight for life when he suddenly couldn't get any grip.
I sat on my sofa and had him rest on my chest, my hand over his back to support him.
He sat there for about ten minutes just trying to get a grip, so i stroked him while telling him how much of a good boy he was, how proud of him i was.
He finally settled and head scritches continued, he just blinked before staying completely still, it wasn't until i noticed his little feets stretched out that i knew he had gone.
Rip Ares, its ok sweetie.. its all over now.
Fly high and fly free, gorgeous.
Photos of Ares taken today, about half an hour before the end