>It’s over. Took Simon to the vet today, and she agreed it was time. The tumor had doubled in size in the past two weeks, he was barely eating, and starting to be pretty miserable. It went well. First they sedated him, and we just petted him and talked to him as he slowly faded, then they gave him the final injection. I feel at peace about it. I knew it was the right thing to do, since he was not going to get any better, and why let him just keep going downhill and getting more and more uncomfortable and miserable. I think he knew, and was pretty calm throughout. We cried off and on, my friend Tess more than me. I will undoubtedly fall apart tonight. But I did the right thing for him, and there is no more suffering. I am going to miss him so very much. He has been such a huge part of my life for ten years. But life goes on, so I will.