Our Golden Retriever of 14 years, Casey was napping on the floor in our living room. Our sons were both visiting here at the time; they and I were watching a game on TV (I don’t even recall what sport) and Mrs. JimRed was reading.
Casey suddenly gave a yelp and came halfway up from prone, then collapsed, trembling. Her eyes were rolled back and her breathing was labored. The boys and I jumped to her side, trying to comfort her and see what was wrong, but she was unresponsive. Within a couple of minutes she stopped breathing. Probably a massive stroke.
She died surrounded by those who loved her, quickly. I can think of worse ways to go. She’s buried in our side yard, pushing up flowers.
Still miss her.
I lost one of my dear Rhodesians the same way. One minutes she was up walking around the next time I looked at her, maybe 10 minutes later, she was dead in her bed.
I only wish they could all die like that. Seems like there is always the suffering that we all go thru and the decisions about putting them down or not. It’s all just horrible. We lost one this past November. His companion dog, my baby was never here without him. He was only 10.