Yet, the week turned to the greatest sadness I can remember in a long time. Our first "child", our beloved standard poodle, Ollie, had to be put to sleep. He was the best, most loving dog. He was such a presence that his absence left an endless abyss of sadness. He was only 7 years old, way too young to have died so suddenly and unexpectedly. He was fine yesterday, woke us up last night acting strange, we took him to the emergency vet, they told us his stomach had flipped upside down (bloat) and required surgery, in surgery they found a perforation in his stomach and gave him a 1% chance of survival, we were forced to make the horrible decision to euthanize him. So, within a matter of 4 hours we went from thinking we'd see him in a little while post vet examination, to saying goodbye.
We love you, Ollie. We miss you terribly already.