The Burns died this morning. It had been a while since he ate and he could barely hold his head up so we took him to the vet and made the decision. We've been prepared for a while, but we were still surprisingly unprepared. Sister Meg and I stayed n the room with our hands on him while they put the needle in and his faint little heartbeat stopped.
We buried him with all of his winter sweaters. In the garden, near the fountain he fell in repeatedly.
He was one goddamned weird, difficult little dog but I'll miss him all the rest of the days of my life.
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I am so sorry, DG. Having done this a number of times in my life, I have a sense of what you're going through.
Aw, dg. You finally made me cry. Here's a toast to little Mr. Burns.
Ah, Deeg. I'm sorry.
Jeez, it's a bad week for dogs...Mr. Burns, Sophie, my cousin's dog Ozzie.
Rest in peace, Mr Burns.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Wow, I'm so sorry DG. The Porge has lost a friend and we'll all miss him.
Gosh. Sorry.
I am so sorry, DG.
DG! Honey, I'm so sorry. :(
That is such a fitting tribute to Bernie. Your house is going to be really quiet without him.
So sorry, DG. RIP Mr Burns.
I'm very sorry, dg. RIP, Mr. Burns.
Oh, poor Mr. Burns. So sorry to hear that. 18 is a pretty good run though - I am impressed.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Deeg. That was some dog.
I've done this three times and it never gets easier. RIP, Mr. Burns.
Absolutely beautiful and moving post.
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