It wasn't a hard decision. Her kidneys had begun to fail in January. By March she was eating less and less, drinking constantly to stay hydrated, and losing weight. Today she was just 5lbs.
She was an almost constant companion, sleeping on the right side of the bed or on my shoulder. Since she got sick she'd become even more attached. Her eyesight had gone a few months ago but she managed - not as well as Jack who was blind from a very early age, but well enough. She would ask to be lifted into my lap when I was working, her two front paws grabbing onto the side of my chair. Then she'd walk circles over my desk and across the keyboard. After she'd been put back on the floor several times, she'd sit just under my chair. Puggles was quiet and affectionate, with the most amazing blue eyes, and a little vain. But she was very special and I miss her.
