Yesterday I had to make the awful decision that I had been dreading. Sox had not been eating or drinking for several days and it was obvious that he was very poorly. So I had to say goodbye to my little friend.
He has had a fairly happy life with us, much better than when he was a stray. We had no idea how old he was, but roughly 12-ish we think. For the time being there will be no more pets for us. The road outside our house is far too busy.