Orson could not hold on

I was going to take him to the vet this afternoon. But he couldn’t hold on. Maybe he didn’t want to put me through that.

At 8:39am, after a restless night in the bed with me, he had a little coughing fit, so I held him up so he could cough. He was that weak.

I laid him back down, and he tried to lift his head to look at me. So I held up his little head, and he looked into my eyes for a second. Then I laid him back down.

A moment later, I noticed he had stopped moving.

He was gone. He said goodbye to me right before he went away.

Goodbye, little hero. You were the best dog in the world. I love you!

“If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.”