I carried him outside so he could attend to his business, and called Dr. Griffith's office. Graciously, he was able to squeeze us in at 8:45. He quickly examined him, and then told me what I already knew and feared. Sig had lost nearly 15 percent of his body weight over the last 18 months, and the mass in his belly had grown much larger. His gums were colorless, suggesting that the mass had ruptured and he was bleeding internally. Dr. Griffith told me gently, "He will die, and it will be soon." I knew then what it was that needed to be done.
Mercifully, Dr. Griffith administered the sedative and Sig passed instantly. I held him so he wouldn't fall when the drug took effect, and I could feel his heart beating beneath my right hand, and then, it stopped. Sig never whimpered or flinched, he simply slumped in my arms.
May we all exit the planet as mercifully when it's our time to go.
Jeanie and I are off to Olympia, WA as soon as I can finish packing. It's not how we intended to start our day, but then again, that's just the way things go sometimes. I think the photo might be a bit blurry, but then again, so is everything else right now.
Goodbye Sig. Good boy.