I mentioned that he's old. He's old for any dog, but particularly for a big dog like a basset hound. He's 12. The vets office has an aging chart. For big dogs it stops at 11. Good thing Simon can't read ;)
As dad's we spend a lot of time preparing, planning, protecting our families. We task ourselves with remaining objective and aware despite what might be going on around us. And our families look to us as such.
But in this, I feel completely helpless. There's nothing worse than feeling helpless. I know it's coming, and there's nothing I can do. I know this will cause my boys, and my wife, great pain; and there's no way I can't head it off. I know their little hearts will break, that they will ask me "why?"; and that I will have no good answer.
So, on Father's Day, I ask: As dad, how do you prepare to handle the death of a pet? I guess you don't handle it. You live it, along with the rest of your family.