Just before 10 am this morning, my sweet boy Troy was calmly and peacefully put to sleep with the sun on his back and a mouth full of polos.
He struggled to get off the wagon but his eyes lit up when he saw me - I knew I was doing the right thing for my lovely kind boy.
We led him straight round to a lovely grassy area where I talked to him, cuddled him and gave him polos. I kissed his eye, told him I loved him and thanked him.
He didn't fall particularly gracefully - but Troy didn't do anything gracefully
The vet was under strict instructions not to let him bang his head - which he didn't. She lowered his head carefully and gently - and he was gone.
No twitching or gasping or fighting. It was his time to go.
I stroked his head for a while - Just looking into his eye - still so kind even when the light had gone out - it still looked alive.
I was unbelievably calm and a huge wave of relief passed over me.
So yeah - my sweet sweet boy has gone.
RIP my Trojan horse. I love you always and know you will always look after me.
My lovely Troy Boy. Rest peacefully son
Aero. You taught me more than you will ever know. Run free now.