Well, I had Doc put my Punkin down this morning.
It was something that needed to be done for a while but something I just couldn't bring myself to do.
We had a good morning together - ate some bacon, then I brushed him out and loved on him before taking him for his last ride.
Doc knew how much Punkindog hated going to the vet so he went out to the truck and gave him his shot there while I held his head and felt him slowly relax. It was an easy way to go.
I buried him in the back near the orange tree with his favorite ball, his rawhide bone and the fucking watch he stole from me.
I sure do miss my Bud.