This time was different. We got home around 9pm and settled him inside his room. He started howling/ drooling, his back legs were giving out although he still managed to drag himself to the litter box (never missed the little box his whole life, not even during his final hours!), his pupils were dilated, and every slight movements he made he'd let out a long howl/ sigh. I have never heard that from him before no matter how weak he had gotten prior. At this moment I knew my baby no longer wanted to fight, and it kills me to see him like that.
We took him in at 3am to an emergency hospital, got one final opinion, and the vet agreed that it was time to say goodbye. At this point his body temperature had dropped to 95. I held him in my arms throughout the procedure, and it took about 3 seconds and he fell asleep in my arms, forever. It was very peaceful and I knew he thanked me for the decision. I have read so many articles about "when it's time", but I had seen some of the symptoms before and he bounced right back, so, it's cliche but just follow your heart, it's your baby and you just knew it when it was time, I believe Fatboy was communicating with me and told me he no longer had it in him to fight the battle, and he did stay until his birthday (7/7), as promised, as I told him to.
Run free, my angel, until we meet again.
I never knew I could love an animal so much, until I met Fatboy...