I keep going over the last few days; what did I miss? What could I have done differently? If only ... We left the body in the pen with his mate, Lulu, for about an hour, then buried him behind our shed.
He was so beautiful: a lop mix with helicopter ears, a broken fluffy coat and blue eyes. And such a character! He had the run of the house and the yard. He would sit with us on the back deck and if we weren't out there, stare in the slider window, waiting for us to let him in. He'd come in, investigate all the rooms and run back out to nibble whatever he could find. The neighbors said he acted more like a dog. He would run up to the fence to greet people he liked. All the people that walk for exercise in the neighborhood knew him and laughed at his antics in the yard, flying up and down the deck steps, in and out of the basement. He got around! And he loved my hubby, probably more than me. Always hung out with him in the yard when hubby was doing projects - had to be right there to supervise.
And if his loss isn't bad enough, my old dog is really losing ground, too. If she makes it to July 4th, she will be 15. She has had EPI (exocrine pancreatic insufficiency) since she was 2 and has needed special care, including B12 shots that I give every month. We are so tightly bonded - can't imagine life without her.