He was the best dog I ever had, even though his teeth were misaligned, even though he had two knee blowouts, and even though loud noises scared him.  We had a massive thunderstorm tonight\last night, and after it passed he seemed different.  He threw up, and then after having a normal poo, started throwing up more.  Around 11pm I tried to settle him in for bed, and we laid down.  I let him sleep on my bed and I pet him for about an hour, hoping he would sleep it off (he was prone to being really nervous after thunderstorms, and this occasion did not seem too much different except the lethargy).  However he began to hack up again, so I ran to the phone and called the ER vet.  I heard him hack once more before hanging up, and when I found him… he was panting, and his tongue was lolled out.  I admit that I broke the law, and I could give a rats ass.  I sped to the Emergency Vet, I ran with him in my arms to the door, but it was too late for my little Boo.  Spot passed away on the ride there.

I miss him, he hasn’t been gone but two hours, but I miss him so.  He was only 5, he was active, healthy, his weight was perfect, his adorable goofy head as messed up as ever with the crooked tooth.  His constant shedding and my battle to control it was still ongoing… and then he’s gone.  Just like that, in less than five hours, he’s gone.  I can’t think of what else to say.

In light of his death being possibly from an undiagnosed heart ailment, only one thing can sum up what I would like to say to him…

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Hamlet

I miss him so very much.  I cannot fathom my life without my puppy.