You were my best friend on four legs, and better than most on two.
You were a good dog, bunnyman.
Addendum by DH: This was truly a special animal. Trainable, tolerant, loving, highly intelligent, compassionate, epicurean (he loved prosciutto, fine German salami, and all manner meat or fish). You loathe the notion of the end of a life like his.
This is why I offer this to anyone with an aging or ailing pet: At the end, it's your job to suffer so that they don't have to. You've got one super important job to do for your pet and that is to not let them go through misery needlessly. It's a horrible thing you must do, but a noble one. Fortunately, if you pay close attention, your furred friend will let you know when it's time--at least that has been my experience. Have courage and give your friend one final gift. You'll thank yourself for it in time.
