Vet is coming this afternoon, I thought I had better write this while I still could.
Conner was the sweetest, easiest dog I ever had. He went along with anything, was always happy, especially if there was food involved. He never met a food he didn't like, except raw carrots. He and his brother Ares were returned to our group due to a death in the family, and I was in the market for a big goofy boy. He was 9, almost 10, just the age I like. His foster mom handed me the leash, said here are the keys, and that was that I never in my wildest dreams thought He would still be here with me at 14.4. Unfortunately, his poor old body has just worn out. I wish I could keep him with me forever (don't we all wish that) but we can't control his pain any more, in fairness to him, I have to let him go.
Go find your buddy Rocket, the two of you can sit up in your balcony and complain about the rowdy whippersnappers (Muppet reference) I'll miss you old man