Heartbroken
My most adored one died this morning at 11.25. Lying on top of me in proper Squebo-snuggles style I could feel his heart beating slower and slower but he'd gone before it stopped. No terrible scream like from Nell and Berry but he was wailing every now and again throughout the night and the last time about five minutes before he went - and I couldn't do anything for him. Right now I wish I could have gone with him.