We lost a friend today. Max. He wasn't feeling well on Saturday. Monday was Labor Day and the Vet was closed. Tuesday he was going to go to the vet around noon.

9 am. I went to the basement to do some laundry. Max looked sad. I went over to him and petted his head. I noticed something was very wrong. He was laying in his own urine. I RAN to the phone called my husband. No answer. I grabbed my husbands shirt and a towel I went down stairs, covered him and put his head on my husbands shirt.

He must have been waiting on me. He died. Right there in front of me. TERRIBLE.

I called my husband again. This was "his" dog. 13 years. Great friend. He will be missed.