Godspeed Tarmac! You triumphed over the "perbert dokker"--nobody messed with your leg.
I remember the drinking-from-the-beer bucket shot--quite marvelous--and the Crocs on the bridesmaid are a hoot. Send your family a sign, sweetie.
Run fast and free, sweetie!
All the logic in the world that I'm doing the right, proper, and best thing for my kitties has never been able to alleviate my feeling during that last ride to the vet that I'm driving a tumbril in the French Revolution.
I'm so sorry to see this. Please tell Mr. Toby that I've been told on the very best authority that there are lovely deep holes to lie in at the Bridge, when that time comes, and no pain.
Hugs to you both from Auntee Patsee