We had to put Icarus down last Saturday and it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. He had been acting weird and we noticed he wasn't breathing right. We took him in and his lungs were full of fluid and well I could go on but the short of the long is we couldn't help him and even after they removed he fluid from his chest he was only better for a day. The even harder part was he was still mentally fine but the poor guy just couldn't breathe. I thought he was invincible every time over the last eleven years when he knocked on deaths door I braced my self but with a little cash and care he always pulled thru. I thought this time would be the same but unfortunately he and I both ran out of luck.
I miss you buddy! Every morning I wake up i wait for you to come and bug me but then I remember. . . .
