I had been asking myself when would be the time to euthanize him. No one could answer this or help with this question. Fargo's vet had told us some time ago that there was nothing that could be done for him. He was still eating, and able to conduct his day to day living, but his gut was just not functioning properly. That couldn't have been comfortable for him. He had been doing well for awhile, but seemed to decline fairly rapidly after we returned from Wellington in August.
We decided that we had to be strong for him, and decide what he could not- to end this mortal coil. I am ultimately happy that I could release him. We were there with him, when he went, and it felt like a relief. That sounds bad, but it is not- he had peace and comfort at the end.
I have Zeus and Ruby to keep watch over me. Zeus is quite a collector. He brings all sorts of stuff onto the front porch to play with. This includes logs, plant pots, plants, watering cans, and other assorted detrius. He especially loves LOGs and rocks. In the house, he likes to tear up stuffed toys, and after we stopped buying these, he moved on to pillows and his dog bed.
I found this amusing, but not so much when I had to pick up all the fluff.
I bought more fabric to make him a new bed, but I am fairly certain that this was a waste of money. We'll see. I haven't made it yet.