He would stay by my side, leaning on me for balance. He slept with his body against my leg and he head on my lap. He let me carry him outside but he could not stand to do his business. If his head was not against me or a fence post, it would swing wildly back and forth…….
He was losing complete control of his body and he was afraid. Unless he was touching me.
It was time. He looked at me and I knew he was asking me to help.
We took Gracie with us on the long drive to the vet. And when he got there, something amazing happened.
The vet had a large, grass covered yard, fully fenced and shaded by old oaks. Gracie began to run. And George followed. For twenty minutes, with adrenaline pumping, he and Gracie were pups together again. Gracie knew. She would slow down for him or avoid his stumbling trajectory. And they ran and ran and ran.
Until George couldn’t. And his head started to wag.
We said goodbye sitting around him on the grass. Gracie sniffed him. We petted him and wished him a good and safe journey.
Then he was gone.
We will all be fine-including Gracie. But we miss that happy, ball chasing, lap dog that was George.