He snuggled up and I stroked his head and told him he would be playing with his brother and Lucy again soon. My Luke died today with his head in my lap after having a stroke. It was quiet and he did not seem to be in any discomfort in those final moments. He would have been 9 in October. He was big (one of my friends kids called him a giant dog), but incredibly gentle. He was such a happy dog, a good protector, and a true companion and friend.
Life will be emptier and sadder without him.