RIP Good Buddy

Well, it's official. Buddy's gone. He died this afternoon about 3. He never did recover from falling in the living room Friday night. He got up and made it to the bedroom that night, but then Saturday he flopped in the kitchen and stayed there. The Man and The Girl got him up and took him outside, and that was the last time he got up. We tried to get him up but he just couldn't stand up. He never got up yesterday or today at all. He was just too old and wore out and weak to do anything. Our neighbor's dad is a vet, and we were trying to get him to come out and give him a shot to put him to sleep, but we didn't need him after all. If this had happened any other time, like if he collapsed tonight and couldn't get up tomorrow we would take him to the vet right away, but I don't think our vet would be working on a holiday weekend.

I don't know if Buddy really suffered much. He never acted like he was hurting, except around noon when he acted like he wasn't comfortable, rolling over onto his stomach and then flopping down on his side over and over. About 2 he started drooling really gross mucus, then threw up some blood and then just lay there. He felt funny, too, his back was stiff like he was already dead, but he was still moving his legs and breathing. I'm not sure how alive he really was by then. He started smelling really bad, too. I mean rank. Needless to say the kitchen floor had to be leaned a couple of times since Saturday. I was glad he was on the linoleum instead of the carpet. Watching my dog die was not the way I planned to spend my holiday.