So old, so poorly and fragile. This little man only made three weeks with us, love him, but what a three weeks. He likely had chronic cushing’s disease and will have had some grim pain to reach the state he was in. So nothing that could be done to cure him, but we gave him relief … love and space. He rallied, enjoyed the garden a little, loved his food and enjoyed his canine chums. On his last day he fell into a coma. We couldn’t bear to leave him to die naturally and in an undignified manner, so in his mummy’s arms, the vet helped him cross the bridge. Thank you for the volunteers at Poitiers who ensured that this little lad had some end of life love and care, we were delighted to have met him and held him close. Sweet dreams now little man.