Sol (not the name we called him by; the boys gave him the name Buddy when we adopted him) died today at 11:45. He appeared to have either a heart attack or a seizure. He woke up early not feeling very well at all, but he had only about ten minutes of real distress at the end. A few yelps of pain, some thrashing of his head, fear-filled eyes looking to us, and he was gone. My sixteen year old son and I petted him and held him to the end.
We are so very grateful to the Lord for extending Buddy's life for four months beyond the longest he was given to live. Also for allowing him to pass quickly, at home, and not from the cancer. We didn't have to make a decision to euthanize. What a blessing.
So three hours have passed, we took him to the vet and they will take care of his body.
The first wave of grief is over, and the second just hit just now when my son left the house to mow his grandparents' lawn. Always Buddy and I look out the window together to "wave goodbye." This will not be easy, but we have a wonderful Lord to comfort us, and loads of memories of the best dog that ever lived (at least with us!).
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