Yesterday we had to put our 16 year-old dog down. He was a poodle-mix, 9 pounds, and about the best dog-buddie you could ask for.
He did it all. He herded us on hikes. He rode "shot gun" in a back pack on bicycle rides. He was even "assistant crew" when Jenny did a solo 24 hour adventure race.
He also sat patiently while we wrote two books together.
In his later days he went blind, and deaf, but he continued to be a joy. In the end, I suppose, he just got old.
He will be missed.