Thor was 8 years old and his illness came on suddenly and dramatically. They discovered last night that he had a tumor near his heart and it had ruptured filling him with blood.
He died peacefully in the arms of his family and surrounded by their love.
Thor was the biggest, dopiest, sweetest goofball I have ever had the pleasure to know. He was a leaner and a cuddler who wanted nothing more than a pat on the head and a pillow to snuggle on.
Thor made an appearance or two here on the blog. I thought for sure he would make many more in time...
From my sister, Donna: "He is already deeply missed."
He is indeed.
|He was so little once...|
|And such a good boy.|
|Taking on the big dogs...|
|And then he was the big dog.|
My sister is a regular visitor here so she will see any messages of condolence you care to leave. But I will also gather them up into a card to give to her as a keepsake. Thank you.