My sincere condolences. It's really hard to lose a four-legged friend.

I once lost a dog who fell into terminal illness while I was minding him when my parents were on vacation. Near the end, the poor fellow could barely move and literally would not eat. I still remember putting a piece of cooked chicken right into his mouth only to see it drop out. At that point, all he could do was drink water and look at me when I checked up on him...

That was more than three years ago, shortly before he breathed his last on an emergency-vet's table. (Yes, he was put down.)

It's been more than three years since that day and the memories are still locked in my head...

Thankfully, you've locked away the good memories of Colby!