Buddy passed away last night in my husband's arms. We knew his time was short after being diagnosed with kidney problems last month. Bud was only 6, too young to die. I knew something was wrong with him last night, he looked so tired and sad. I let him sleep on the couch, gave him some love and went to bed. When I got up this morning my DH told me he let Bud out at midnight and sat with him on the front porch. He knew he was dying and asked God to please take him. My DH held him and he died in his arms. DH didn't tell me until I got up this morning. I can't stop crying. It's so hard. He was the best dog in the world. I can't type anymore.
