RIP Remus (2001? - 2008)

I don't even know where to begin with saying how much I wish it was March, because February has just sucked so very badly.

Remus had a really bad night so the expected trip to the vets took place first thing and they decided to keep him in, wanting to x-ray him and get some fluids into him since he was also a bit dehydrated. I had too much to do at work to skive off with any kind of clear conscience so I went anyway.

The x-ray revealed a mass on his liver, which the vet thought could be a tumour, but she was planning to give Remus steroids and more fluids and see how he went through the day. They were hopeful that if he could be perked up, then he might be able to come home and at least have a chance. Then the phone went again, about 5 minutes later.

He hadn't seemed to suffer but, unlike the others, I wasn't there for him at the end and I don't know how long it's going to take for me to get my head around that.