The nurse weighed him. Bilbo was down to four-and-a-half pounds, pretty much skin and bones. The vet looked at the growth in his ear and gave him a shot of a sedative so that he'd relax and sleep, since he clearly wasn't happy being at the vet.
We talked briefly. There really wasn't anything they could do to fix his problems. And it was time for him to go.
We'll get his ashes back later and sprinkle them under the maple tree with his sister, Shvaughn.