Less than a week after we adopted Drake, he passed away. With his tail wagging, Troy put on Drake's leash to take him for his morning walk. He made it to the garage and collapsed. Troy scooped him up, but it was too late, and he passed away in Troy's arms.
We've known this day was coming for almost 11 weeks now, but no matter how much I believed I was prepared for this inevitable event, it still shocked me. It's hard to grasp that our happy boy could succumb to his illness that quickly. I'm trying to look at the positive sides: after being in the shelter for four months, he had a family for his last few months, and he passed away naturally. We loved Drake and as hard as it was to see him go, we're trying to find comfort in the idea that now he is no longer suffering.
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I'm so sorry. What a sweet story. I'm so happy he had such a loving family for his last little bit. And he got to be in Troy's arms. It makes me cry. Thanks for being such good dog parents!
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