My oldest, Mr. Blaze, fell ill over the weekend. In the back of our minds, we knew what was going on, but we went to the vet early this morning and had bloodwork done to verify. We got to spend the whole day with him. He had filet mignon for dinner and vanilla ice cream for dessert. He left us at 7:10pm with his best friend, Taylor, by his side.
We adopted him in 2007, when he was 8 years old. noone wanted an old black dog that had been in the shelter for over a year. We took a chance on him and he becme a shining gem, with a little love and support. He enjoyed going out on the boat and chewing on gobies when we would catch them. I'd like to think we made his golden years great. He was 17.5.