Not long ago I had to take my little boy Champ to the vet for help crossing the bridge and today I had to make the same trip with my boy Ernie. Ernie came to me as a foster with his cage mate Bert, who passed a couple of years ago. Ernie was a DEW with a A plus personality. He was insulinomic and adrenal, had to have his tail cropped to a mere stub, had a broken toe that never was right but he was softer than the normal fur kid, had a can do attitude and fought with all his might but when I found him this morning he was unable to move his rear end very well, the vet said his blood sugar was 48 and he had a tumor next to a kidney that was the size of a peach seed and do to his age and condition he was not a candidate for surgery and that it was his time. I held him while the shot was given, I stroked his head and talked to him and told him how sorry I was and that I loved him and that he soon would be well and happy with all his brothers and sisters again. He laid there in my arm and watched me until the light went out in his eyes and I cried. Ernie is now resting alongside his brothers and sisters that have gone before him under a big oak tree. His dad Patrick [Posted in FML 6523]