Yesterday Ville had to take the trip. We didn't want to part ways at all, but his body had lost so much weight ( from his normal 8 down to 4 kilos) and there was a risk that his internal organs could fail rapidly and to prevent any unecessary suffering we decided that it was time for him to say goodbye to his body.
I have been dreaming about him all night, that he woke up from the dead, started to live again. Then I woke up several times realizing it was "only a dream". I hope he will continue to visit me in my dreams. I'm in terrible pain and chock though, questioning myself if I did the right thing. He will be missed for a long long time.