This is last pic I have of me and my Charlie.

Just wanted to thank everyone for the kind posts about Charlie, they really were comforting. I should be able to pick up his ashes on Monday and while I want him back here with me I'm dreading seeing him in a container. I put together a little memory box of his things, harness, leash, collar, a tooth from years ago that I have no idea why I saved, several of his favorite octopus toys and I even still had the very first plush bone toy (de-stuffed of course) that I bought for him before I adopted him.

Still not really sure what happened to him. All his blood work was fine but the vet suspected a stroke. He was pacing in a circle non-stop and would walk into a corner and not be able to get out. He was completely disoriented like he had Alzheimers. Vet gave him some meds and he came back around, was oriented to his routine, meals etc. But then he started vomiting and had diarrhea. Spent the night at the vets, got fluids and meds etc. Brought him home and he wasn't getting better. He looked absolutely wretched and the light was gone from his eyes so I knew it was time.

I like to think he's at the Bridge with hanging with Goosie, the two of them had so many similarities.