After the first couple of visits it looked like the money at the vet was well spent, but it was only a temporary reprieve. The truth was that he wasn't at all well and every month or two he had to go back.
Every subsequent time he resisted and was hard to get into the big carrier being 26 lbs. and still strong. When each visit was over he knew he was going home, so he was easier to deal with and with each trip Mona and I continued to feel the stress involved. When he stopped eating earlier this month we found out that his kidneys had virtually failed and we knew the time had come. It was something that we’d feared since the troubles began, but there was no other humane choice. On that last visit to the vet I assured him that this time he really was going home. Then he went to sleep quietly and without resistance; he knew that he'd only been going through the motions here and that it was time too . I stayed with him until he was gone.
Now I’m not trolling for sympathy here, he just deserves honourable mention before I turn the page. I’m inclined to agree with Sylvia Browne who says - not surprisingly - in her book: ‘All Pets Go to Heaven’, that all pets do. I haven’t sensed or seen Wylie around the apartment so he probably has, though I wouldn't put a visit out of the question.
On a happier note, the right wing Sun News television station in Canada was put to sleep last week as well, which is a solace. Now if only the newspaper chain would go the same way.