I put Mushroom to sleep last night. We had thought a week or two but he spent the day laboring so hard to breathe and he started vomiting and there were chunks of blood in it. I couldn’t let him suffer just for me. I wanted those two weeks, but I couldn’t sit by and let him suffer. I loved him too much.
So a friend took us in last night and my bosses met us there and we sent him off quietly and gently. He was ready. Gently, so gently.
My bed was terribly empty last night. He has slept beside me every night for almost nine years. I can’t believe he’s gone. I can’t believe I scarcely had time to say goodbye.
Mushroom was such a good dog. He was The Good Dog. He only wanted to be right. He only wanted to please. He only wanted to eat and lounge and snuggle and have his belly rubbed. I miss him so much.
Rest easy, buddy. Rest easy.