The year started off as well as it could have. We had spent Christmas at Hilton Head Island with Gran and her side of the family. This picture was taken right before I took the boys to the dog sitter, as it happens it is the last picture of Gator looking at the camera.
We were very happy to see our boys when we got home, though they did find a way to immediately get into chocolate and earn a trip to the emergency vet. Here they are recovering from the induced vomiting.
Monday went fine, we were enjoying The Greatest Showman soundtrack at the time. But that evening we noticed Gator was being kind of puny, he was just laying at the top of the stairs with a sad look on his face. As the one who always overreacts, I tried to not worry too much about him because, after all, he was still with us 13 years later! I resolved to take him to the vet in the morning if he was back to acting like himself. Unfortunately, I never got that opportunity. Emily and I were woken in the night by Gator gasping for breath. Before I could get my second pant leg on Emily told me to stop and come over, he was about to leave us. And so he did....
I loved that dog. There is plenty of evidence documented in this blog to testify to his greatness. Loyal, sweet, tennis ball loving, he was all we could have asked for. His loss was a blow, and turned out to be an omen for a rough year.
There were lots of tears, and not just from the girls.
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