He hasn't been himself and hasn't acted like he was sick but I could tell something wasn't right.  I thought I would take her in and get a blood panel done instead of sitting and speculating.  On 23 June 2003, around 6.30pm, I took Jerry to the Vet.  He put in a catheter and started the drip and was in the process of putting a splint on when Jerry threw his head back and let out a cry.  A minute later, he was gone.

Jerry has many wonderful, happy days.  He was a fighter and held on as long as he could.  We think he knew we were just trying to help him and thus fought as hard as he could for as long as he could.  He didn't want to leave us anymore than we wanted him to leave.  He loved us as much as we loved him but unfortunately, his days were obviously numbered.  And he went to the Rainbow Bridge.  We greatly miss you, Jerry...losing him tore a hole in our hearts!