So my dog Mac died on New Years Eve at 9 pm.
He just lied down on his dog bed, had difficulties getting up for about 15 min and then flopped over and died.

But right before he died I was petting him and pleading for him not to go (of course balling my eyes out) he looked at me straight in the eye (I guess to say I love you too) and stopped moving and breathing.

Then we had to load him into the car (which wasn't easy considering he was a 105 pound boxer, it took three people to carry him on a blanket) and drove him to the vet.

At the vet she double checked his heart beat and we made arrangements for him to be cremated like Joe was.

I feel like a piece of me has died, Mac going can be compared to Old Yeller dying. He was my first puppy and my baby dog, he slept with me every night and spent most of my free time cuddling him on the couch or on my bed for 8 entire years.

He was very old for a purebred boxer though, because of the many health problems they have. Poor Mac was allergic to grass, pollen, dust, cedar tree bark, and a specific type of birch tree. So he was always so itchy on his neck, and he would bald on his back during the spring time.

At least he gets to be with Joe again, they were very strongly connected to each other.

I will always love and miss Mac the boxer dog with all of my heart.