It's been a couple of weeks, but I haven't posted here: We finally had to let our old man Hemmie go. He was a Good Boy through it all, and almost made it to 16. It was time - he'd been declining slowly for a long time, and needed a lot of help, and then his various problems came together in a way that it wasn't fair to try to fix - but still it's been very sad to lose him.
He had a vet appointment that day anyway, so he got to go out easy, with all the good drugs and on one of his favorite beds I brought from home. I just wish he'd felt well enough for me to spoil him with hamburgers one last time, or that I'd let him sniff in the parking lot longer before we went in - or, mostly, that J had been in town and got to say goodbye. Hemmie was his dog, from before we even met.
Enjoy these pictures of a dog living a good, long life. He liked comfy beds, basking in the sun, group adventures, everything edible, and for all of us to be together. Once, when J & I were first dating, Hemmie tried to jump out a car window as J dropped me off at my apartment, and I realized Hemmie thought I was part of the family and shouldn't be separated. See my blog header for what him & Freya had better be up to, running free in whatever doggy afterlife may be. Neither of them could run like that in their last days & months, but that pic is up there for a reason; a very good memory.
Look at him fly 🖤
