Atlas has passed away. He was 6, I didn’t expect it so soon, I really thought we had some more more time together. But this morning when I went to bring him his veggies he was laying in his bed still and not at the door waiting for me. He was still alive when I got there, I pet him and he felt so cold, his breathing and heartbeat slow. He tried to get up and couldn’t so I picked him up. He felt so tense but his body loosened as I held him, then he spasmed and was gone. He had a bad heart, grade 3 heart murmur so I think his heart finally gave out from working so hard. Still he was fine last night, grooming the dog, cuddling with me as we watched some TV, he even did some binkies which had become rare lately. I just wish I was able to go back to last night, I would have focused more on him, grooming him instead of watching TV and just giving the occasional pet. I feel like I lost a part of my heart.