This morning we were at the park. It was a beautiful day, about 50 degrees. The birds were chirping. My 3-year-old was picking dandelions, and Harry was fetching his kong like we do every morning. Suddenly he started gasping and turned blue. We rushed him to the vet. Laryngeal paralysis. He's gone. I can't believe it. He just turned 7 last month. His grandma passed away recently at 16. His mom just entered her first agility trial at 12. I really thought that we had so many more years together. I can't believe this. Syd (3yo) said goodbye to his body at the vet clinic, but I doubt she gets it. I dropped her off at daycare. I'm sure she will be asking where he is tonight. I am in total shock. I can't even believe that he's gone.