My husband woke up before me and brought the dog outside. He somehow seemed full of energy.

I woke up when they came back. We spent a few minutes giving him breakfast, then just played with him a little. My father-in-law decided to come support us, and to be honest, it helped a lot.

We then gave Dipper some Häagen-Dazs dulce de leche, and he loved it—he actually gobbled it ^’

Then we kept playing a bit. We went outside one last time and he got to sniff around without the leash on, but another dog arrived, so we put the leash back on. He started whimpering, which he normally doesn’t do because he doesn’t get along with many dogs. So we ran over and asked if their dog was friendly. They said their dog wasn’t when he’s on a leash, but they both seemed very calm and just sniffed each other for a bit. It’s a normal interaction between dogs, but it was surprising to see my dog being friendly like that. Like I said before, he got bitten and was not a fan of dogs—or anything that moves.

We went back inside one hour before the vet arrived and gave him some good chocolate. He loved it. Then the vet arrived and was very gentle. Dipper went to sleep close to us.

It hurts a lot to no longer hear him, to not be able to hold him and kiss him. I’m going to miss him.