Last night he Koda was trying his hardest to drink water. I was getting excited by how much we was drinking. I waited and watched, but then saw it wouldnt stay down. He almost fell over throwing up. He looked at me afterwards with a look in his eyes as if he knew he wasnt going to make it. Last night I petted him some but no where near enough. I hate that. I wish so much that I had more time with him that I cant swallow this damn lump in my throat. I went out this morning the check on him first thing. He wasnt where he usually was. I just knew I wouldnt find him alive. He was laying in corner by the house in tall grass. Right by my bedroom. The grass by his mouth smelled of vomit. I called his name and he moved his legs, and wagged his tail once. I moved him from that spot and called my wife over. She went in crying. I stayed out there petting him, listening to his shallow breaths. He exhaled twice deeply, then stoped. I talked to him the whole time. He waited on me to be there before he let go. Damn dog. Sorry boy. Wish I had spent more time with you more than I did. Thanks for waiting.
