I think it must have been more than arthritis. I think he must have had a stroke, maybe more than one over the past few weeks. I don’t know.
What I do know is that yesterday he went outside and then he was never able to get up to come back in. He tried. He really tried. And I tried to help him. I lifted, I hoisted, I got his entire front half off the ground, but he couldn’t get the back half to do anything.
McH is out of town on business, and I just couldn’t get him in the house by myself. I feel like I failed him. So he died outside, alone, in the middle of the night. And he is still there, at the north end of my house, in the mulch bed by a bush. I’m not exactly sure what to do right now.