Thomas died just a few minutes before 5 p.m. If you missed it, I wrote about his health situation this morning. After I made a short video that I posted around noon, I put him down to rest in a place where I knew he enjoyed lying. He stayed there all afternoon and never got up again. He was 18 years old. I’ll miss him.
I’ve never cried about the death of a human, but I cry each time I lose one of my furry friends. It’s the price we pay for enjoying the years we have with them.

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