This morning Eric was having trouble with his front legs. It was almost comic watching him walk on a linoleum floor, looking like a two year old on skates. His eyes still burned with intelligence as he figured out which treat was coming. Then he took a long ride. Down to my office where I said goodbye to him and then he went up to Barrie with Joe to get the banking done and then over to Angus where he got to say goodbye to Sue (who has cared for him for several years when we were on the road). Now, it's over.
It doesn't matter that his legs don't work anymore.
Cause I know. Deep in my heart, I know - he now has wings.