Thursday and Friday were tough days at my house. Our big guy Joey had reach the end of his days. He is the GSP in my avatar. He was in the last throws of liver cancer. And Friday was to be his last day. I knew what to expect but it was still very hard those last two days.
He was diagnosed 1 week ago from this past Friday and only started to show signs of ill health the week before that. My god but they are tough dogs. Looking back there were small signs for about 3 months but not enough to make me concerned as to his health. He still was playing fetch and torturing the cats. Today is the 1st day that I can even think about him with out busting into tears.
He was such a good dog, excellent temperment, always ready for a good time, LOVED being out in the bush, trustworthy in all situations, loved his family, and above all loyal.
I am missing him greatly and will for a long time to come. 12 years cannot be replaced.