Like Heidi, Sugar, and Spicey before him, Toonces, an 18-year family member passed away this morning. I was greeted by a grim-faced Becky after returning from running errands Saturday morning. “I think we need to take Toonces to the vet,” she said euphemistically. For the third time that day, he’d thrown up his food. Unable to keep food down and generally uncomfortable, we both knew it was time. The only time he seemed content anymore was when he was held, like an infant while swaying. It was time.
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Toonces passed away this past weekend.
