On the bus today

I was fiddling with my iPod (other MP3 players are available) and had a look at the small number of videos I've taken with it - one of otters, and five of Frank and Tim, mostly of them cuddled up together asleep on our bed. The very last one, though, is from the day Frank left us, some hours before the vets arrived. Jon is kneeling by the bed, and Frank is comfortably curled up, sleeping with his head cupped in Jon's hand. By that stage the little guy had terribly wasted hind legs, an icky eye infection, was knocked flat by his last-hope chemo, and would no longer eat or drink. But you can't tell any of that looking at the tiny rectangle of the video. He looks absolutely content.