Thank you, everyone.
He was really old, and we expected him to go soon. He’s almost 14, believe it or not, which is incredibly old for a rottweiler. He was the sweetest dog.
It’s just unfortunate that it happened today. I was asleep this morning after taking care of him. I get headaches from bending over, and I had spent a while working on him. Mom woke me up to tell me he had experienced more diarrhea, and when I walked in he had already stopped breathing. He was twitching, and I called my dad. We held him until he stopped moving.
The hole is dug, now. 5 and half feet, by 3 feet, and about 3 and ahalf feet down. Right next to our other dog, Leia. Leia died last year. They grew up together and experienced long lives that I hope weren’t too bad. We’ll be moving his body soon. We cam inside for a break. There’s a storm brewing outside and the humidity and heat are unbearable. We’ve gone through 3 gatorade bottles and plenty of water. We talked about Max a lot.
Max is a big dog. Over 120 pounds, about 4 feet long. We’ll have a hell of a time moving him, but I think it’ll be better when he gets to be with Leia again.
Dad says no more big dogs, though, if we ever decide to adopt another dog.
Thank you again, guys.