He passed peacefully in Mum’s arms this afternoon. He made us laugh one last time, he nearly took the vet nurse’s hand off when she offered him a cupcake. He started with discharge from his nose today, we think we called it perfectly for him.
The anticipation was horrendous. The event, peaceful. We had to then collect miniBB from nursery. That was hard, explaining death to a three year old. We played it straight, told her he was dead and that she’d never see him again. She is adamant she will.
Lily has been my shadow since. She was in the room with us and gave him one last sniff as we left. She has sad eyes. When her half Sister passed, 6 years ago, she stopped playing with any other dog, even Rusty. I hope she copes well.
Now, despite a 13kg hole in our lives and a deep sadness, there’s also a strange serenity. He’s no longer suffering and that is all that matters. Our love for him is as strong as ever, but he is at peace. Rest well, Son.