Although we knew you had a level 4 heart murmur and was 12yo; your sudden departure left us devastated in despair. You slept in that day of Dec 7th. After dinner time you started coughing, and wheezing. I thought of taking you back to the vet, but knew they would just give you more drugs I had already given and want to keep you overnight for observation. I wanted you to be comfortable as possible surrounded by family. We went to bed as usual, but you were uncomfortable still wheezing from congested lungs, heart failing. You got up about 11:19pm and went to your dog door spot. I held myself back from following you as I felt you needed your space. And knew daddy would check on you a couple times. I got up at 3:14am, but for some reason, my soul was telling me to leave you be and let you go; I knew you were already gone. Daddy came in at 5am to let me know you had passed. You were so cold from laying next to the dog door. We buried you next to Missy and Dotty just before dawn. It has been difficult to sleep in an empty bed, after an empty day. Skye and Gunner have tried to console me in their way, but you were my special buddy. Sleeping with me, laying under my desk, next to me in our chair, watching the birds in the yard, chasing squirrels from the feeders, alerting us of any "trespassers" or golfers. Our whole house was set up for you with dog beds, dog ramps, dog doors, and dog cams. I am missing you so much. I hope to see you at the Rainbow Bridge.|
Thanks for listening.