Well, I stayed up all night with Ferguson. We sat together on the couch and watched movies. His breathing got lighter as the hours passed, and his feet began to go cold. Still, he hung in there all the way to 1pm, when we were able to get a vet appointment. We carried him into the vet and they had a table with a comfy white bed and blankets for him. Everything went peacefully and painless for the little guy. Going to miss him greatly. A few photos I dug up during the afternoon are below. Later in the evening Ash and I went to celebrate his life at Banks Fish House, which we enjoyed. RIP Ferguson the Frenchie
