My Mother suffered a stroke a few weeks ago, and is making some progress in her recovery. Unfortunately we did not find her for 10 hours. We are making plans to deal with this situation, whatever it winds up being! I have been working 7 days a week, 12 hour days, then spending as much time at the hospital as possible. The two people I was covering for are back, and I took Thursday off to prepare for our trip, and get my yard mowed, and cleaned up. I let my buddy out to run in the fresh cut lawn like he loves to doing, but he only hung out for a few minutes before heading in. I gave him some water, and went out to shoot my PSE vertical for about 20 minutes, when i came in, my buddy was laying by the door, completely motionless, he had died. Gizmo was 14 years old, and lived a pampered life thanks to the three ladies in my house, and maybe I too spoiled him some. The Vet. said he most likely had a massive heart attack based on his labored breathing the last year, or so. He went out without a sound, and I just wish I could have been there holding him for his last few breaths! I'm still shocked at how he went, and think he knew my niece would be watching him while we were away, and that the girls would have really lost it finding him like that, he went out while only he, and I were home, knowing that I could keep it together to tell the others, and take care of him before falling apart myself!
RIP Gizmo, my buddy.
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