RIP Gus

So this morning I get a call from my old mate George while I was still asleep.
After I awoke, I listened to the voicemail.
He said that today was the day.

Immediately, I picked up the phone and rang him up to show support and find out what had transpired since I last visited. I'd would have never thought that I'd hear this always strong, sometimes downright curmudgeounly man, break down. It was so sad. I was sad. I couldn't even go to say goodbye as I was neck deep in final projects due tonight. It was very hard time to think that today by noon, he'll be gone.

I also figured if I'd have gone over, it would have disturbed their last time together, and possibly riled Gus up, which would've made it no good - wrecking any possible calm. He'd been very agitated and in a lot of pain. George said he couldn't even walk, eat or drink. He wouldn't go sniffing. George just carried him back inside and decided it was time, stating he'd waited over a week to see if he'd change - perk up, as he had in the past.
Gus was 14 - a long life for him, for any dog.
He was a great dog. I'll miss him.
George was an exemplary owner - no dog ever had it so good, received so much love and specialised care.
Hugs George!
Goodbye Gus.