His name was Sparky and he came from a rescue group who had saved him from a high kill shelter. I started a diary about him some time ago to pay tribute while he was still with me. I don't know what killed him, it happened very fast, he had bloodwork done that showed a bladder infection but he stopped eating and drinking. Now I'm glad that I did not even get the chance to take him back. I spent yesterday with him and we were together on the couch when he took 3 very strange sounding breaths and then no more. He was only 11 and this is the picture the rescue shelter had on their website and their comment was 'he loves to play and play'. That he did and he loved to make me smile. I will finish that diary later, he had some interesting times. But what I keep saying now is 'You are the best boy'.