Homie R.I.P.

Homie, sweetest dog, died last night. He was twelve, very old for a boxer, and his life was mostly joyful, loving, and beloved. Blood work indicated pancreatitis and slow loss of kidney function. He vomited small amounts of yellow bile all morning, and just before his vet appointment the amount increased and included blood. The doctor made him comfortable with fluids and meds. We hoped he might recover, but we knew his chances weren't good. He spent the night there on a comfy bed hooked up to i.v. drip and appears to have died peacefully.

It feels like the end of an era.