My sweet beagle Dawson died earlier tonight. He took a turn for the worse this afternoon. My friend Cherry and I had been managing his condition very carefully, given his back problem and his cancer. For weeks now, our focus had been on him being happy and not in pain. There were a number of ups and downs during this process, but we did pretty good. For example, just the other day, Dawson was digging a hole in the backyard, burying a bone! Today, however, he took a turn for the worse. It was time to help him out and to let him go.
I miss him terribly.