Good-bye Atti

My little family is a little bit smaller after tonight. My old boy Atti the chipmunk, 8.5 years old, fell ill and was suffering, so I brought him to the vet to put him down. I had so much hoped for him to just fall asleep and not wake up again one night. I had hoped to spare him further stress. But so be it, and the only thing I could do was shorten his suffering. 

I didn't think it would hurt so much to loose him though. 

My last picture of him, taken on the 15th.