I have read each and everyone of all of your posts, and I can't thank you enough for the kindness and sensitivity that you all have shown. I thought last night and today would be easier. He is at peace. Because he was so stoic and strong, and I was hopeful that the medication was holding the cancer in check, we thought he had a longer time with us. Those of you who had been through this before knew that wasn't the case, and you did tell me a couple of days ago. I was not ready to act, but please don't think that I didn't "hear" you. We did. Yesterday, it was clear that there was no good way for this to end. There was just a better alternative. "C" pointed out to me, that what we thought was a distended bladder, was actually a solid tumor. TCC is an awful disease.
Anyway, today isn't easier. Its harder. I was careful how I turned in bed, as usual, so I wouldn't disturb him, he wasn't there. This morning I emptied out the food that I cooked for him, packed away his dishes, hung his picture over my kitchen desk but yet as DH and I had breakfast, we half expected him to come to the table and ask to go out. DS#1 told me yesterday,, "we should never get an older dog again". I love the "we", he doesn't live here anymore, but this is his "home" and "our dog" will always be "their dog". My feeling? It was a privilege to have Jude and if we made him happy for 3 and a half years, so much the better. He made us ten times happier. His vet told me when he was diagnosed; The worst owners, and the dogs you can't get near live forever. The best owners and the best dogs have the worse prognosis." I don't know about the best owner part, but I can sure vouch for the best dog part. I will keep myself busy today, cleaning stuff that doesn't need to be cleaned as a distraction but I will be looking for him out of the corner of my eye for a very long time. Again, thank you all.