Unfortunately, my family and me did have to put Bob to sleep. There were too many things wrong with him physically (and neurologically), and while there was more than one option (surgery), it was a risk. Bob could've died a rather painful death under the knife.

That isn't to say Bob's death wasn't painful with the euthanization. In fact, it was Pandemonium with a capital P. When the doctor gave him the shot, Bob leapt to his feet and hissed angrily at her, and then he fell forward on the counter while my Mom and me were trying to hold him. When he fell...well, let's just say my reaction wasn't good or proper.

Despite the fact that we did not part on a peaceful note, I've managed to console myself with the hope of an afterlife. I think that we are only experiencing a short or long-term separation, and will be reunited in whatever sort of realm when the time should come. The thought itself is comforting, and I desperately hope that it is true. I think his spirit did not die along his body. I had a fleeting dream (...or whatever it was) where Bob was looking down on me while I was sleeping, looking a little annoyed. Then I saw him sitting in front of my little sister, staring at her as she coughed. Oddly enough, when I awoke, I saw my sister sitting and coughing in the exact same chair as she had been in my...dream.

Other than that and a suspicious groan, I don't think I have had much contact with Bob. But according to my Mom, I was already fast asleep when she believes Bob made his presence known Wednesday night. She felt him jump on her bed, and she heard a soft purr as he settled down between our feet. I was sharing a bed with my Mom that night because I wanted comfort.

I am making what I think are honorary tributes for Bob and his memory. One is a scrapbook (which is still a work-in-progress) and the other is a eulogy (which is close to completion...and really isn't that necessary). Yet I never fail to acknowledge him everyday with pleasantries (such as "Good morning; afternoon; night" and "How are you doing?" and "I hope everything is alright") and a song before I go to bed ("You Are My Sunshine").

In short: I may be overdoing it. Hehehe. But I'm only doing what I think is right and what is comforting to me.

In conclusion...I'd like to thank, again, everyone who has wished me, my family, and Bob well and have offered his or her condolences. It warms the heart to know that most people, though they have their own problems and lives to focus on, are compassionate enough to take the time to lend an ear and words of comfort. Thank you!

Also...I've decided to leave devArt. This is partially because I’ve grown tired of this site due to the constant (and really stupid) drama I’ve seen (at least on the Forums) and partially because I'm wasting space. I have no motivation to upload anything on here, so why even have this account if I’m not going to put up any drawings?

Goodbye, everyone, and take care.