Goodbye, Old Friend

After all the things he's lived through that we thought he couldn't possibly, Honey finally met his match today in the form of a blood clot that blocked off blood flow to his hind legs and his tail.  Though there was the option of surgery to remove it, his prognosis was very poor, even if they succeeded, not to mention that treatment carried the risk of loosening more blood clots, and I couldn't stand to see him in pain anymore, so Dad helped me make the toughest decision of my life, and we had him put down.  I held him while they did it.  At the risk of sounding over dramatic, I have never been so utterly hearbroken in all my life.  I honestly do not have the words to express what he meant to me and how hard it was to do what I did today.  Instead, I choose to honor his memory with all the pictures of him that I can find, and I will post them here.  Look if you want, or don't, but I'm doing this for me and for him.  I love you, Honey Bear.