Ol’ Charlie died about 6:30 tonight.
I don’t know how old he was for sure. The woman that found him running wild on the streets and took him in said she figured he was 4 or 5, but his teeth told me he was maybe 18 months, plus he still had that young dog rambunctiousness in him.
That was back around March of 2010.
I don’t know what the fuck happened. He was in Lisa’s room with her, he started howling and then he died. I was standing right at the door, so he took his last breath with his head in my lap and me stroking his face to help him along. It was over in 15 seconds from start to finish.
He’ll be taking his last trip to the vet tomorrow to get cremated. I can’t bear to part with him completely. He was the best dog I’ve ever had.