A Sad Transition

It's just part of life, but as I've said before, I don't have to like it. Dusty has slept in my arms every night for 15+ years now, but that time has to come to an end. He's fallen off the bed. The first time, was because he was along the edge of the bed. From that point forward Erik and I always made sure he was in between us. That is no longer working either. Senility is kicking in with a vengeance and he wanders aimlessly over our bodies and falls. So his time being the World's Best Bed Dog is over. I've brought up our biggest crate (can hold a German Shepherd) and put in the deepest, softest, fluffiest bedding possible for his old bones. Tonight will be the first night he's not cuddling with me, and I will miss that special part of my life with him forever.
In my story published in "Tails From Beyond" (www.tailsfrombeyond.com) I tell of the special dream I had of my childhood pet Sunny, only to awaken and find puppy Dusty cuddled where Sunny always slept. He's remained there all this time until tonight.
He's slipping away from me, it's just a part of life but I don't have to like it.
I hope he rest comfortably in his new abode.