Thanks lads, I appreciate the words. He was an awesome friend, Not an aggressive bone in his body, unless you were a bone or a cardboard box, in which case you were in trouble. He had been with me for 9 years. I slept on the kitchen floor with him in 2010 when I got him to make him feel welcome and slept on the floor in the kitchen with him for a few nights before he went. The last night he slept extremely peacefully and snored the house down as usual, but he was peaceful. I think the hardest part was not that he died, but knowing that I had to put him to sleep, so knowing that he only had x amount of time to live, based on my decision.
Its the fact that it was his last car journey ( he loved the car) and the fact that I knew it was his last night on earth that killed me. BUT, I say that with 100% comfort that it was the very best thing for him. I was not going to let him suffer. He lived well and let me live in his house because I fed him.

He was well cared for and all the medication in the world would not have helped him recover. it would only have delayed the inevitable and made in hurt more and I couldn't have that.
So thanks lads. Good just to have a little vent, thank you for listening. I know all is as its meant to be. Last Pic