The King is Gone

Right up until the end, he was happy, leaning his head out the car window on the way up to the vet. Barking at the baby goats in the parking lot. He even jumped when he heard we were going for a car ride.

At the vet, he managed to snag himself some cat treats and then they fed him a chocolate cupcake. It was as wonderful as he had suspected.

And then we killed him. He went very peacefully.

I went and sat on a friend’s couch and got drunk and cried and then he brought me home because he was afraid if he went to bed, I would get up in the middle of the night and try to drive home. Sounds like something dumb I would do.

The house is so empty it’s hard to bear.

He was a wonderful dog.

10 thoughts on “The King is Gone

  1. I am so terribly sorry… I am glad he was happy at the end. It’s a gift that we rarely get, to leave happy. I mourn your loss.

  2. I’m crying, right here in front of the computer, and wishing I could go over there and hug you so much. It wouldn’t help much, I know, but it’s all I’ve got for now.

    I’m glad he went out happy.

  3. I’m crying big ugly tears at work for you both. So very sorry. You gave him a better life than he started out with, loads of love and fun, and it sounds like you gave him the best send off a good boy could want for. Love and hugs to you from a stranger on the internet

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