Parker died last night, at fifteen minutes to eleven.
He had been very weak during the last couple of days, and his condition crumbled swiftly Sunday evening. He was in distress, so I took another trip to the emergency ward of my veterinary hospital. There was nothing to be done for him but to say good-bye. I will write more later about Parker, my orange-boy, the sturdy-boy, my chum Puck. For now, I simply wanted to let all his friends know that he is gone.