Sad news today.
I had to take Zorro to the vet today, as he has had some problems with his bowels for the four, five days or so - the past two days I've found blood in his stool which worried me a lot.
I had never seen a vet here before, but it worked out fine and I met a really nice veterinarian. We talked for a while before she examined him. The first thing she discovered was that he probably had a teeth problem, an illness which basically causes the teeth to rot, and they have to be removed.
After having examined him further she said that in all likelihood he had a fairly large tumour somewhere in his stomach - and that would take a lot to sort out. Examinations, tests, treatments, operations ... and before she even finished telling me all about it, I had made up my mind.
Zorro had a calming shot first, causing him to fall asleep peacefully in my lap, in about five minutes. After that we put him on the examination table, and he had the fatal shot.
The whole thing took about an hour, and it's definitely the most unreal hour in my entire life.
I have no doubt whatsoever in my mind that this was the right decision at the right time - and that feels "good" (or whatever word you're supposed to use in circumstances like this).
My problem is trying to deal with my life without him. He's been my top priority and the first "person" I think of regarding everything ... now I have to go on without him ...
I will make a real, longer entry about Zorro, about his life and the relationship we had - but I cannot bring myself to do that today, so I will have to do that tomorrow.
I Will Always Love You.