This must be the hardest thing for me to write. My little Gwynfor passed away on me today. He was fine last night. Acting like himself. Ate his food. Earlier today, his movements caught my eye as they always do. But alarm bells started immediately. He was having trouble swimming. So I hurried to grab a cup to try to help him. It took me less than a minute to find one. In that short time, he died. I have no idea what happened to him. He was my favorite. I would sit here and watch him as he would watch me. He was such a big comfort to me and now he is gone. He is my third loss in a week.