After nineteen years, I had to make the decision to put Squooshable to sleep today. He had squamous cell carcinoma of the mouth, and it had taken over his tongue entirely and the floor of his mouth. I fed him carefully for as long as I could.
It was a good death; he was very calm and peaceful throughout. He was ready, I could tell. I gave him the happiest life I was able to until the very last moment, and I stayed with him for eight minutes after he died because the brain still has activity for up to seven minutes. It doesn’t seem real that he’s gone
I love you, Squooshable. From the moment I met you, always and forever. I’m sorry our life together had to end.
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