I’m very sad to announce that our dog, Biscuit, has died.
Over the past week, he had been getting weaker, and was unable to stand starting on Thursday. On Friday, he recovered a bit, and could walk around for part of the day, enough that I could take him outside for the last time. After that, he never walked again. He gradually lost strength and had difficulty getting to his food and water by Sunday. Yesterday, he cried a lot, and although he could still get to his food and water, he didn’t stop crying. This morning, he was very weak. He didn’t lift his head at all. When my wife checked on him at 8pm, he seemed to have enough energy to try bite her. However, between 8pm and the time I got home at 10pm, he had died in his sleep. When I got home, I went over to him to pet him while he slept, but found him to be rigid and not breathing. We don’t know how old he was, maybe 17 or 18 years old. He died of old age.
His cremation will take place on Thursday.
We will miss you, old boy. Love you very much.