It was a quiet death. We woke this morning to find that Braedy had died while we were asleep. He was a good dog, well loved, and he will be quite missed. I'm numb. The grief hits me in odd waves here or there. When the tears come, I cry them out, and try to remember that he's not in pain anymore. He's not laboring to breath or restlessly trying to
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