After so many years of having you by my side... This is pretty much the end. The look of confusion you've given me lately shows that you have no idea what's coming or what's going on. The look of sadness and pain you give me when I put you out brings me to tears... every time. These past couple of days all I've done is cry over you. I have no idea how I'm going to cope when you're gone.
I wish it were easier... I wish it wasn't so... but everything has it's time. I wish knew a way to make it all better... and for you to be you again... but there's no hope of that now. This year has probably been the hardest for the both of us... Your age truly showing through. I wish I could pick you up and cuddle you the way I used to, or have you climb onto my shoulder just to nibble my cheek.
So this is goodbye. You're one of the only things that's kept me going through these long years... and my protector as I slept. I remember the night I was late home... and you ran up as loudly as you could just so you could make sure I was headed home and got there safely.... stopping every 3 metres or so. I'm going to miss your welcomes, and your morning cuddles. And probably the masses of white fluff you leave all over my stuff.
I love you Shake. But I don't want you to go. Even though you have to.
So I guess this is it.
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