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.