Heart broken. Can’t believe he’s gone

Our precious boy crossed the rainbow bridge on Sunday. He had a saddle thrombus. I have been crying so much thinking about how scared he must’ve been when his hind legs gave out. Part of me wonders if it would have been worth it to try to put him on blood thinners, but logically I know that the prognosis would’ve been very bleak. I picked him up with my dad when I was in college, and he was barely 3 months old. We all loved him very much, but he truly was my mom’s best friend. He was only 8 years old. We all thought we’d get so much more time with him.