Bo was put down today. He somehow got his muzzle caught in the cage bars overnight and that, combined with his myco, was too much for him. After we freed him we washed him and I cradled him this morning, wrapped in my favourite towel, until he settled down. Ristin took him to work so he could keep an eye on him but he wasn't getting better. We couldn't let him suffer and he wasn't really aware of his surroundings or eating anymore. The vet said he wasn't going to recover and recommended we put him down. He's gone now; not even a body left to mourn over.
It's funny, I haven't really felt it much as of yet. I cried a little, while talking to Ristin on the phone, but mostly I've just felt numb.