He lived a nice long 12+ year life, but as of about 9:15PM tonight, Harley has moved on. He hasn’t been eating well lately and last night he was moping around more than usual. This morning when we got up, he basically was barely moving. He would stand, take one or two steps and then lay back down. Kim kept him comfy all day, but we knew if we tried to cage and take him to a vet, the trauma of that would kill him anyway – so we decided to just make him comfortable. It’s a sad day – as any pet that has lived for 12 years is truly a part of your life. More could probably be said, but I just don’t know what.