6th August 2012: Dylan had taken a turn for the worse. By Sunday evening he hadn't eaten and was hiding himself away under mum's bed. He couldn't even manage a saucer of cat milk. He didn't want to be cuddled, he would just look at us with those beautiful blue eyes and miaow quietly as if to say: "I've had enough". I knew we couldn't let this go on. So on Monday morning we were up at the crack of dawn to spend a last couple of hours with him before we took him in to the vets to be put to sleep. We spent ages with him giving him cuddles and saying goodbye and it was really peaceful at the end. Stuart was so kind to Dylan and us, I don't think I could have got through it without him. Rest in Peace our Beautiful Brave Boy, Dylan. We will never forget the love and joy you gave us in your short life.
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