He was 12 and had lost the use of his hind legs. We had to carry him everywhere. We couldn't leave him alone. Also, he was getting incontinent and he was such an independent hunter-type of dog, it was just inhumane for him to continue in this manner. So, we gathered him up and took him in. Peter and Eli fed him a turkey sandwich and an egg sandwich in the truck before he went in and while he was on the table he had some pop tarts for dessert. He was loving it up. Then, we all gathered around him. We never took our hands off of him. He was looking into loving eyes and faces when he blinked out....very peaceful...
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