Took my baby to get fixed today. Just routine right? 20 minutes before we are set to leave to pick him up my phone starts ringing. The vets number shows up and my heart drops. I answer and they start talking to me and telling me that as hard as they tried, CPR, reintubated him, everything he just didn't wake up... he was my sons best friend, he was my best friend. he went between sleeping between my husband and I to sleeping with our son.. every night... I didn't think anything of dropping him off this morning, I stuck my finger through the carrier door and told him I'd see him in a few hours... I didn't think the next time I seen him would be wrapped in a towel... I'm so heartbroken I can't even put to words... and to think when my son goes to bed later he's gonna ask "where's Ollie?" How do you explain that to a two year old? That his best friend, his cuddle buddy isn't going to bed with him anymore, isn't going to play with their favorite toy anymore?