On April 21st our little Pride died. He was 12 years old and he basicly died of old age as his organs just failed him. He began to get weaker and weaker and was not eating or drinking. The vet kept a very positive outlook on his illness but I could tell that he was in a downward spiral. We all knew that he was near the end and we were able to say goodbye and prepare for the final loss. He did not suffer and I held him on my lap that entire evening. He literally just fell asleep. Nick had taken the boys to an Icedogs game and he died while they were away.
I have included a picture of Pride sitting in the sun. I bathed and brushed him the day before he died. My intuition I guess. This was my way of saying goodbye. I discovered something the other day that I found to be very interesting. Pride died on the same day that we adopted him.