Baja Friends......lol..
......Westy....
Y'alls bassets are HUGE! Goodness. ;-)
When she was younger, she would run around lots, with our other doggies, she ate just moderate meals, once a day, the dogs generally got very little table scraps, and once Helga even got put on diet doggie food...nothing ever worked...she just remained the same big girl...in the end, we just stopped worrying about it, as did the vet, and Helga went about her life, happy and healthy, but certainly roly poly...
I was fortunate, my last three dogs, all died at home...when I was taking the first one, who was ill, to the vet, to have her euthanized, on our way out to the car, she just dropped dead right in front of the car...it was like she was saying she was going to die at home...the second dog, her son, pined away for her so badly...he had never known his life without her...he died, at home, at the foot of our bed, about 10 months later
Helga lived for another year or so...and then she too died at home...she just got up, tried to walk, screamed like I had never heard before, fell down, took one last breath, and she was gone...I was always thankful, that my doggies died at home with me, so I could be with them in their own home and familiar surroundings when the time came...
All three of my doggies are buried out back...every time I pass the big old shade tree, I look beneath, to where my dear doggie friends have gone...
Indeed, you are right...our pets teach us lessons each and every day...they usually always die ahead of us, and they die surrounded by love...we should all be so lucky as our pets in those final moments..