Last night when I got up to use the bathroom, Oliver was sleeping right in the doorway. I wont crawl over him, so I nudged him to move. He wouldn't. I nudged him more, and actually shoved him with my foot a couple times. What the heck, he always moves! I thought he was dead! I flipped on the light and the crazy dog was looking at me wagging his tail.
Its amazing how my mind works... in those 5 or 6 nudges I had it worked out in my mind that he was dead in my doorway, and what are we gonna do with a dead dog in the middle of the night. How can he die in my doorway at just 4.5 years old? And he must have just died because he was still warm. I need to slow my mind down and relax a bit.