Whatever floats your boat...
I hastened the demise of my best friend this morning. He lived 4 months and two days post his diagnosis of lymphoma. He was unique. So independent, so smart was he that I am sure although he was domesticated, some of his lineage was not. One word describes my red boy..... Perfect.
He walked outside in the backyard today before he came back in and laid where the Vet drugged him to death... no joy... just going through the motions as he did yesterday, and somewhat the day before. A week ago he caught a squirrel. We saved the squirrel (knowing what a softy Pete is, I wanted to interject that the squirrel lived.) A week ago he also insisted on getting out of the cart I was pushing him in, and walked a mile of the dog walk... I will probably learn to live my life a little by his example.