Good Night, Baby

Bullwinkle's last morning in the sun

I said my last good night to Bullwinkle yesterday. There were so many ups and downs throughout his illness that I sometimes felt as though I were watching a ping pong game -- he's winning! he's losing! he's holding his own!

And he did indeed seem to be holding his own earlier this week. But his last descent was sudden and steep: from trying to eat shrimp Wednesday night to a bleeding mouth that was starting to smell bad again on Thursday evening, to what appeared to be unbearable pain last night, even after pain meds.

I will write more -- but not right now. Thank you all so much for your support for both of us -- it has meant more than I could ever express.