While Nino was here, very soon after returning from Paris, Enigma passed away.
He went to sleep under the bed one evening and did not wake up.
I feel greatful that we did not have to make the very difficult desicion of when his time came to be put to sleep. I am not sure I would have been able to do it.
He lost a little weight, and we knew then that his time was coming. However, he was never sick. He played and ran and was his happy self. His breathing was often bad with lots of coughing and gagging, but it did not seem to slow him down at all.
I remember his last night, I gave him some bacon, and Nino said it was not good for him. I thought privately that he deserved a lil fun this close to the end. I had no idea he was that close though.
He was 10 years old.
I keep saying that he would be my last dog, and I really feel that way. He was sort of tailor made for me, and I don't think I could love another dog.
Lancelot (Moo) was so very angry at me, and he is just now starting to act more himself. He was hiding a lot and ignoring me completely while being extra needy to John. That did nothing to ease my guilt, let me tell you.