He certainly gave me a lot of happy times and fond memories. And I think I did the same for him, rescuing him from being a cast away pet that was left to fend for itself alone. And giving him a home and love.
And as traumatic as it was… I am glad I was home when it happened, he did not die alone, feeling abandoned once again. In fact now that I think about it, the fact that he was abandoned by his original owner/owners; might be why he was such a constant shadow these last couple of months. Perhaps a part of him feared that since his health was failing that I would cast him aside. I am glad that I was able to prove otherwise. Going into the run to die was his own choice (or animal instinct, I am no expert), I would have held him in my arms right up to the end if he had allowed me to.