Thanks to all for the kind words, they are greatly appreciated. It's a little better this evening but I keep going to the back door expecting to see him sleeping out in his favorite spot. It will take a while to realize he just won't be there any more.
I know it sounds kind of foolish and too anthropomorphic, but even in his death, somehow in his canine heart I think he was thinking of me and wanted to make it easier. I don't know how to explain the timing of coming home and going out there just as he took his last breath. Probably just an extreme coincidence, but I prefer to think he was waiting for me. At least I got to say good bye to him and didn't have to make the decision as to when that last breath would be.
Was doing okay at work today but tonight, his picture still gets awful blurry when I look at it.
