Lucky passed away. Found him this morning. He was already cold, there was nothing I could do. Poor old guy must have died overnight. He didn't want to eat his dinner last night. I prodded him to eat a bit, but he just didn't want it. Guess he was sicker than I thought. I feel bad that he's gone, but he doesn't hurt anymore. I just hope that whatever happened it didn't hurt him too much. Got him down to the Doggie Funeral Home in the morning a bit after I found him. I never had a dog die on me like that, they've always had to be put down. I think he was about 14 or so, don't really know but he had a good life for when we had him. What a bummer for a holiday.
Needless to say I'm a bit off kilter today. Been trying to to think about it here at work, but you can't totally separate life out. It's been busy, that's helping to keep it pushed away. The other dogs aren't even noticing that he's gone. Red licked my face while I was crying, but the trio just doesn't care.
Have to pick up the rest of his stuff when I get home. He didn't have any toys, but he had a bed and a blanket and a food bowl. His collar is still upstairs by the bathtub where I had to clean him up last week. It never went back on him.