We had our family Christmas late because of everyone coming from so far out of State. Tag had been sitting at my bedroom door, wanting me to come to bed earlier than normal. I opened the door, let him in, and up in the bed he jumped- and then just a lump under the covers. I continued to visit until the last of the family went to Mom and Dads to bed, and then I bedded down for the night. Tag took his normal sleeping position- glad I had come to bed, warmer now, and stretched out by my right leg. About an hour later he jumped down and began labored respirations. I picked him up only to die in my arms running for the door. The limp body of my best friend in the world a shell of my vivacious grown pup I had known 13 years. I already terribly miss him, and I am broken hearted. Tag was a good boy, and I wish I would have told him that today. I am blessed he was my friend.
That's him, my baby dog of 13 years, thanks for the kind words.
After the last check-up he had began an enlarged heart with a heart murmur. The vet also felt he was developing some heart failure, so I'm glad he's not suffering now, he was so full of energy being sick made him miserable at times, but he had such a good day earlier, fetched awhile, played with "Bo," my younger Boston Pup- just gave out real easy and would rest. I'm glad he had a good last day.
Last edit by BostonTerrierLoverRN on Dec 28, '12