I came home from work tonight to find my baby on the bathroom floor. His diabetes has taken an ugly turn over the last few months. He'd lost over half his body weight, diarrhea, etc. I called the vet to get the emergency DVM number. But the nurse on the phone told me from what I told her, he was already gone. I called my cab driver friend who took me down there and lent me the money for a communal cremation. I could not afford any better. I feel if I had not lost my good paying job in April, maybe I could have done better for him.
Tom deserved better that what I was able to provide. I am feeling numb right now and will try to post more later. Rest in peace my dearest Tom. Until we meet at the Rainbow Bridge :(