I just got off the phone with the Veterinarian,

[JMCKUSICK]

Barring a miracle, I'm going to have to go have Cuddles put down tomorrow morning.

Oh God, this is so shocking to me. Both Toby and I are heartbroken.

I guess it's my turn to pay for all that love that he gave me, yet I can only sit here in gratitude for how he became so very very important to me living at all.

Toby was his "dad", but I was his buddy, and he mine.

I failed him these last couple of weeks, my gut knew, I swear it. And I didn't trust it.

I have to say I'm sorry to him tomorrow and pray for forgiveness, right along with all the thanks I owe him.

I only had three names for him and Toby had one, Percy. Mine were Pretty Boy, Cuddles and My Good Boy.