He was my inheritance from Mom when she died.
He was about 17...been blind for six months.
He made some unhappy noises last night and this morning, when I carried him out to pee, he couldn't stand up even worse than before.
I put him in his little room (carrier) to eat and when I checked later, he was gone.
He's with Mom now, I'm sure.
"And now,to all the good dogs...
the special ones
you loved best,
those of ours we still miss...
Goodbye,
until on some brighter day,
in some fairer place,
They run out again
to greet us."
George Papashvily
