
We knew it was going to come, just not this soon. He hadn't been walking very well and there were occasional days he would stare out into the world with one good eye that held only pain. Yet he was happy and those pained days seemed few and far between, right up until he suffered a massive seizure on Sunday night. After the vet cleared him, he was perfectly fine Monday, no pain at all. I gave him his usual scratches and wuv on my way to work, never thinking for a moment it would be the last time I saw Freddie. Because by the time I got home from work on Tuesday, Freddie suffered another seizure and died. He wasn't in pain, right up to the end was wagging his knob of a tail and looking for scratches. He just stumbled while walking for a cookie and never got up again.