He ate he drank and never made a mess in the house, but he slept all the time. In time he was unable to get up the three steps to come in and at the end he stumbled going down the steps.
His breathing was labored and he appeared to be losing muscle mass in his hind legs.
Logic tells me we did the right thing, but something keeps asking me if he was really dead when they buried him.

It's 3 am, I can't sleep.