After several weeks of watching him deteriorate with every passing day, I decided to let Boris go to sleep. It was one of the hardest decisions I ever took, and I'm gonna miss him terribly. He was affectionate, sweet, and a constant source of comfort and entertainment during the three years I had him. I can't imagine a better pet, and I can only hope he thought the same of me as his owner.
Sleep tight, ratball. You rocked.
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