He had a tiny walk in the sunshine this morning, steak for lunch, and then as the sun was going down, we took him to be put to sleep. We stopped on the way for a short sniff in one of his favorite spots, but he didn't have the heart to wobble more than a few steps, and we knew it was time. It was very quick and easy: he was very very tired.
Az was a very frightened dog when we first adopted him. So many things worried him: traffic noise. being alone, lorries, people with sticks, rolls of wallpaper, groups of people, children... It has been wonderful to see him grow into a calm old dog who was, I think, happy most of the time. I'm sad it's over, but in a way I feel I've been saying goodbye to Az for almost two years now, and this last year has been something of an unexpected bonus.