He could not swallow much then. I chewed pizza and gave him. He ate more than he usually do. He was happy. I am not good at good byes. I never thought I had to put him to sleep. I still feel if I did the right thing. Did I do everything I can for him?
I will not forget 15 years I had with him. People ask me if I am ready for another one. I don't think I can go through this again ... So my answer is "NO" at least "NOT YET".
I am sorry if this post made you sad. It has been 6 months ... Pompom is here pushing me live strong until the day I meet him again.