Annoyingly for some, Friday the 13th's are normally rather good in the pants household.
Unfortunately today wasn't the case in the slightest.
After a brief morning at work, I then had to bite the bullet and take schmooster to the vets as the tumour was getting to the stage it affected her eating, washing and general comfort.
I've never actually taken a pet to be put down before and even the though of it coming home from work before hand had me in tears. The vets are really good about it all but there is just nothing more heart wrenching than knowing you've killed something that you loved so much, regardless of how much it was for their own good in the long run.
I've just buried her in her favourite spot in the back garden where she used to sunbathe. I really do hope she is no longer in pain and at some point I will stop crying and missing her because at this moment in time it just hurts so much.
I'm so sorry Schmoo, please forgive me
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