Good Dog. Good Dog.

Our elder statesdog Socrates was escorted into rest today, with ladyat and me by his side to assure him that he was a very good dog.

He had been having severe problems with his strength and balance due to a spinal situation and had already surprised the vet by responding exceptionally well to steroid treatments. Those treatments gave him another 8 months of high-quality life, but they couldn't keep up with his anemia and various other progressive aging factors. When he decided today (after already having an extremely bad week) that he didn't even want to try to stand up, we felt this was his request to move on. As always, he was at the door and ready to go long before we were really ready to let him.

We remember the bundle of fur our friend CAT brought into our lives, the murderous tail of doom, and his ability to fetch a tennis ball for (quite literally) hours, and we know that right now he is finally able to run around like a maniac once again.