Looks like our year begins and ends with pet deaths. Our sweet 18 year old Captain passed away today. He was perfectly fine this morning, then threw up, and just went downhill from there. Being old, we waited to see if he was just having an old man day. I only got worried about an hour before H got home. We could tell it wasn't good. He died on the way to the e-vet. I'm just glad I got to spend the day at home with him, and H was with him when he passed. He's had that dog his whole adult life. Poor sweet Cappy. I wish I had taken him earlier, maybe we could have saved him. Heavy hearts tonight.