We had to have Apricot put to sleep last night at the Emergency Clinic. He would have been 16 years old in November and had a long, happy life. Still this doesn't make it any easier for me particularly since I had to make the decision to put him down and was with him as he died. Thanks Dad, Mom, and Dave for being there with me at such a sorrowful time. I'm choosing to ignore my Independent Baptist upbringing for now and believe that I'll see Apricot again one day in heaven. Why not. :)
Apricot's catster page so that we can remember the good times.