As the title of this entry says, my dog died today. He was 12 years old (would have been 13 on 13th August) and looked young for his age.
He was ill earlier this week, suddenly becoming slow and lethargic, not wanting to drink and staring at his food when it was put down for him. But he seemd to recover.
This morning he went for his walk as normal and enjoyed his dinner. But just after 11am he had a severe fit. He didn't move for 45 minutes, and then he came into the lounge, collapsed and had another fit. He never got up again. His reflexes had gone and we called the vet. She said it was probably a brain tumour, as he was an old dog to suddenly develop epilepsy. Although she could have given him a steroid injection it would only have helped him for a few weeks at most. The kindest thing was to have him put to sleep there and then.
I didn't want to stay and see him die, so I removed his things and waited until I saw the vet and the nurse leaving the building carrying a checked blanket.
The place seems weird without him pestering the cat, or bouncing around waiting for his supper to be put down, or waiting to go for his walk, without him just being here.
Our sole consolation is that he did not suffer at all, it was all very quick and painless.
The last photo ever taken of Dexter.