Thanks Noahsmommy and Kay. I have good days and bad days. The hardest ones are at night. Last night was pretty bad. I'm so used to having Casey on my pillow purring next to me. It lulled me to sleep.

I kept having visions of him dead on the vet's table after he left me. I'm having a hard time because when they gave him the shot, the vet tech held him down. The poor guy's front legs were bruised from all the needles he had to endure during the x-rays. My one regret is that I wasn't able to hold him and let him know everything was okay while the shot was being administered.

I was a little surprized because I THOUGHT they'd have given him a tranquilizer first to calm him down before IT happened. But they didn't. It just all happened so fast. I was able to hold him and talk to him before the shot. But it's so important to let your furbabies know that they are not alone and it's okay. I never got that chance. It's too late now.

My heart hurts.