Teddy
After a month of steroid treatments, Teddy had resigned his fight. The disease had begun to attack his internal organs. I knew what had to be done, and the memory of that last trip to the vet haunts me still. I did it because I loved him and couldn’t bear to see my little guy in pain any longer. I think he understood. I will remember him forever — and will try very hard to constrain that memory to the joy that came long before the pain.
