We said goodbye to Serge today. These photos of him and Paul were taken about six years ago, before his slow decline in health. Things got bad about a year ago but he got a second lease on life with a drug called Previcox, which greatly eased his pain. But in the past few months even that miracle pill wasn't helping, and he had grown steadily weaker and unhappy.
He was a good dog and deserved a good end, which he got, dying peacefully while we stroked him and held him. The last thing he probably remembered was eating a wedge of cheese, which he really enjoyed, and that's not a bad way to go.