His name was Shemp and he was a 15 year old Basset Hound.
Though I could see signs, and his age being an obvious thing....it still felt like a shock to me. He had his best day in a long time this past Tuesday, but there was nothing that could be done. It all just happened early this morning. He aspirated and his lungs clogged with fluid.
This is particularly difficult for me because for most of his life it was just me and him. Also due to circumstances in my life and work I was with him pretty much 24/7 for 15 years and that's no exaggeration. 24/7.
I've been told by people today that 15 years for any dog let alone a Basset Hound whose average age is 8-10 is remarkable and that I should be proud of the life I gave him. I am proud of that and I suppose in time that will give me some comfort. But as of this moment now I'm really struggling with the whole thing.
He was a very special dog to me and I will miss him very much.
I don't usually make posts like this, but I thought this might help me out a bit to talk it through, so thanks for reading.