As the years passed, he slowed down and stopped wandering. His hips started to bother him and the vet prescribed pain meds. So as time went on, he had an increasingly hard time getting up and could not control his bowels. Life was no longer good for him.
We asked our vet to come to the farm. We wanted Coby to be somewhere he knew well and felt safe. The vet gave the first shot to sedate him. When she started to give the second and final shot, he passed. He was ready. It was his time and he was ready to go. The vet remarked how she had just started and he did not have enough yet. But Coby was ready and he passed in our arms. We laid him to rest up on the hill, an area he always loved to go.
If death ever comes easy, my heart will have turned to stone!