So, we're leaving Massanutten today. Fun and relaxing family vacation. Stop for gas before we head out. Shelby gets a text from our house sitter saying that Tanner has not moved from where the spot he had been in for 2 days. We knew his hips were getting pretty bad, and for several months we had been trying to mentally prepare ourselves for what seemed inevitable. It was a very quiet, somber drive home. We cried for quite a bit of it. Got home, he was still in the same spot. Helped him stand up. He took a couple of very unstable steps and his rear legs gave out. Couldn't get back up. We spent some time loving him, knowing what we had to do. We have known this day was coming, but still felt emotionally unprepared. Put him in the car. He didn't want to go. I think he knew. I tried to take my time driving to the vet. Every second felt precious. They knew we were coming and took us right in. We spent his last minutes on this Earth with him and were giving him some love when it happened. First, a relaxant. Then, the final one. After about 15 seconds, his breathing became progressively more shallow. I watched his chest take his last tiny breath, and then he was gone. Tanner was an integral part of our family from the time we brought him home, 5 weeks old, until he drew his last breath, 13 years 25 days old. I love him very much and will miss him dearly. Can't stop the tears. :_( Tanner Breault 1/7/01-2/1/14 Rest in peace my friend, the pain is gone. I'll see you when my time comes.