It hurt like hell to hold him there, giving him treats while I waited for the vet, knowing I was going to end his life. He was still a happy guy, stood like a champ and enjoyed his scratches right to the very end.
He had so much **** potential. I feel like crap.
Rest in peace, Drifter. You were some kind of special, buddy.
Momma is still calling for him. I think the entire herd is missing his quirky personaility.