Today was Bob's last day.
He knew it.
He wanted it.
That doesn't remove the pain.
Bob was 100 today, 14+ years old.
I wanted to have a 100th birthday party for him.
I should have had a 90th, that was before the diabities and other recent ailments.
Victor was wonderful. He cried. I didn't expect that. I thought he just "put up with Bob"
Not true, he loved that dog.
I didn't give Victor an opportunity to say good bye and that makes me sad.
We had a burial for him. He's here on the property, curled up on his bed like he always was these last few weeks.
I don't think he hurt, but he knew he was sick. He stopped eating a week ago. Appetite stimulants didn't help.
He's going to be okay now, with Kayla.
We miss you bob!
If anyone happens across this blog who knew bob and wants to tell their story of bob, please do!
