Just lost my best friend and shadow

I woke up Saturday morning as a day like any other. I put my feet on the ground and saw Ken had gotten sick. He never pukes. I thought thy was weird, but then when I tried to snuggle him he didn’t move much. Figured he was just tired. I took a shower and grabbed his food, which normally bolts him out of bed. Completely uninterested. I went back to snuggle him and his personality was off. He wasn’t feeling good. He has, fuck, had, Addisons disease, and it was presenting like a classic crisis. So I took him in to get bloodwork and then treated if necessary. Dropped him at the hospital and got a call from them a few hours later saying he wasn’t improving. Then another call that said I need to come quickly, he’s got blood filling his abdomen. Then another call right after saying I have to come and put him down, because he’s actively dying. I don’t know what to do without him. He’s been with me for 11 years. I miss you so much Kennedy.