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Fred died today. It was about 8:45am and I was getting ready to take a shower before going to work. I had taken my pants off , stopped in my room to get quarters from the coin can, and Fred was standing in the doorway. (He always follows me around the house in the morning.) He swung his head to the left and collapsed to his right. I thought he was having a seizure, but he wasn't convulsing. He just lay there, a few short irregular breaths. I grabbed the cordless phone rushed to Fred and I called my wife at work and told her that Fred was having a seizure. She said she would come right home and we would take him to the vet. I was holding onto Fred, petting him, talking to him, saying it would be all right, he wasn't moving but he would occasionally do a gasping breath. I feared he was dying, I told him to stay with us, I called my wife back and told her I was going right to the vet, she said she would meet us there. Fred was dying. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth. He was no longer breathing. I couldn't hear his heart, or see his chest move. I picked his limp body up and put him in my car. I called my wife from the road, She couldn't hear because the connection was so bad. I told her I thought Fred was gone, and I was going to a vet who is closer. I hung up and called again, this time with a better connection, and told her what vet I was going to, that I thought Fred had gone, she would meet us. I held Fred's foot as I drove. We got to the vet, and I pulled Fred's lifeless body out of the car and carried him to the vet's office. I knocked on the door. Someone came and let us in, I said I think he is gone. They took me to a room and I laid Fred on the table, the vet tech took a look at him and said he was gone. The vet came in and listened for his heartbeat with a stethoscope. He said Fred was gone. He asked how old Fred was, I said 12 1/2. He asked what happened, and I told him I thought it might be a heart attack, he was standing there, his head jerked to the left, and he collapsed to his right. He said a heart attack or a stroke probably. My poor Fred. The vet asked if I wanted to take his body or have him cremated. I said I would need to wait for my wife. I held Fred and stroked his fur, kissed his face and held his paws. He was such a beautiful dog. 12 1/2 years old, white face, a big Fred.
My wife came in. We cried. We said our goodbyes. We cried. We tried to figure out what to do next. We cried. We decided to take him home and bury him. We cried. We decided to have him cremated and we could bury him without fear that something would dig him up. We cried. We are still crying...we lost our best friend.

My eldest brother turns 55 today. It's funny as I get older, he gets younger...

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