We lost our 17 year old Jack Russell Pete today. I've been dreading this day for years. Out of all the dogs we had, he was pretty much "my dog". A real character that me me laugh every day.
He just ran out of gas - didn't suffer, just got weak and lost weight - couldn't walk anymore. He was fine when he was laying down and he had a great day today. Slept in the yard on a perfect spring day today with sunshine, a nice breeze and birds chirping. I pet him and talked to him all day. It was a beautiful, terrible day.
I was hoping he'd pass here, but he didn't and we took him to the vet where he passed without a peep. I realize we were blessed to have him for seventeen years, but I'm really going to miss him. He was my main man.
Just saw this. My condolences. 17 years is a LONG time, you were lucky. Nice pic.