Said goodbye to my last best friend

My almost ten year old bulldog, Otis, passed away last night. He was not well, heart failure. But got up yesterday. We went to the barn got the morning milking done, ran errands, ate scrambled eggs, went and fed the heifers. He carried the feed scoop and ran through the mud. Mud was his favorite thing. Then i carried the scoop back and he carried the bucket. We worked on putting new seat covers in the truck. When we drove to the barn, he got up in my lap as he always did. We did the milking played some fetch. The last couple of weeks fetch was variable and last night there were a couple of throws that were us going to get the ball together. We went home, washed up. He didn't want ice cream for dinner and was breathing labored. He got in his bed and died a couple of hours later. May we all be so lucky to go that way.
I don't mean to whine but for the first in decades, i am in an empty house. I can't remember feeling this alone and i can't stand the thought of going to the barn by myself.
Thanks for listening to an old man complain. I didn't know who else to tell

Think on our three now long gone often. Three fine pups, also had four cats all bed stealers.
Have not found it inside to get another just yet.

Thanks for sharing, sorry for your loss.

Edited by DMiller - 29 minutes ago at 4:32am