This is Fox. Fox is crossbreed Labrador. Fox isn't a smart dog. You could say he's kinda on the wrong side of the intellectual spectrum.
Fox is big, and people don't feel very safe near him. However, he's a very nice dog, he just looks scary because he's barking stronger than those pocket rats grandmas have, but he'd never bite you. He's not very playful, he's kinda the big clumsy does always in the way.
Fox isn't lucky. Of all his family, only one person really take care of him, and care about him. But it's fine, he doesn't need much, a little food here and there, a walk in nature, and that's it.
Fox is sick. He suffers from frequent epileptic seizures, that almost killed him several time. Yet, he survived, enough for the seizures to stop completely.
But Fox is old. And with age come many issues. Arthrosis gives him pain in his rear legs, and nerve degeneration destroyed any reflex he has there too. One of his eyes is dying, his heart is failing, his breath is short.
Today, Fox goes to the vet. It's a very long and tiring walk. It's not a long distance, but it's hard to keep up. Today, the vet is examining Fox. His master is near, and he has hope the vet will allay his fear. But the vet look confirm what he fears. Fox is in a bad state. There is no coming back home. His master's heart breaks. The vet, who was following Fox since he was a pup, tries to hide her tears too, but she can't.
Today, Fox went to sleep calmly. The pain fades away, he doesn't feel anything, not even the needle, or the anesthetic. He lies down. The vet gives him the last shot. His heart slowly stops beating. For his master, what was a distant fear less than a week ago is now too real. Way too real.
Today, I lost my friend. And I still can't believe it. He was there, a few hours ago. I didn't feel that sad, empty and guilty for a long time.
Goodbye, my friend. It has been a long and bumpy ride, but you were the best. If there is a dog heaven, you definitely earned your place there. I'm going to miss you terribly.