Just a quick post to let everyone know that as of about 5 pm. Corky is no more. The vet found a baseball sized tumor/growth in his abdomen which explained why he wasn’t eating much or able to poop. He also had a serious heart murmer. She was very kind and offered us choices, but in the end, she told us he was dying and maybe had a week left. He was so weak and so unable to do anything that he loved doing, like eating everybody else’s food, that we made the decision that was most difficult for us, but best for him. We couldn’t stay for the whole thing, I just didn’t have it in me, so they gave him a shot that basically anesthetized him and we stayed with him until he was sleepy and dopey and generally very calm. We talked to him gently and gave him kisses and then quietly walked out the door for the last time. We bawled like babies in those last moments and though I’m feeling very calm now, not at all hysterical like I thought I would, I also feel this huge empty place inside.