I regret to inform everyone that Taylor passed over the rainbow bridge this evening.  We planned for Wednesday, but his health declined greatly overnight last night.  This morning ( and all day) he was trembling, could barely walk, and wouldn't eat.  He would just lay there looking miserable, trembling so hard that his teeth would chatter.  He also didn't want to go outside to use the bathroom anymore.  He passed peacefully at the vet, his head in my arms, laying on a comfy blanket. 

Before he passed, I finally got to see the x-rays.  It was worse than what had been described to me.  Seeing how bad his lungs were made the decision somewhat easier. Another thing that is helping to comfort me about the timing of it is that unlike my other dogs in the past who had to be carried in, Taylor had his dignity and even though it was hard, walked into the vets on his own power.

Thank you all for your prayers, blessings, and condolences.  It really has been a hard time for me. My parents are a little sad, but they are able to go on with life and be ok.  I have cried myself to sleep every night since, and I still have random crying fits.  I based my whole life around him, and now there's a gaping hole. Even on his last day on this earth, he licked the tears off my face to make me feel better.  Now I must wipe them off myself. During the day I am pretty good. For some reason it hits me at night. HARD.  I'm bawling my eyes out right now!

 I was wondering how other people have handled their grief.  I'm the only one in my home that cries about it, and I feel rather alone because of it. Everyone grieves differently, so if there's someone else that cries their eyes out too, please share so I don't feel so alone!!!! I talk to my parents about it, but i just doesn't affect them like it does me. They try...