After a really tough few days, Sara and I and the boys said goodbye to Wendell this evening. He had fought so hard to stay with us, but in the end his body had failed him and we were forced to make the decision that no pet lover ever wants to make.
Over the past couple of days the boys have been so sweet to Wendell. They made every attempt to make him as comfortable and well taken care of as possible during his last days.
Max got into the action as well by helping keep Wendell company.
Losing a pet is never easy, but I must say that as hard as it is not have our old buddy here right now, I do feel good that he is in a better place.
A place where he can walk again.
A place where there is a never ending supply of Pop Tarts.
A place where Arthritis doesn't exist.
A place that Wendell is certainly enjoying.
If anyone out there knows how to get plane ticket to heaven, let us know. Lleyton asked this evening after Wendell had passed away if he could fly to heaven to see his buddy.