Chester was our Golden Retriever. We got him as a puppy in 2009, when my boys were 2 and 5. One of the first outings we had with him was a camping trip... back when we did tent camping. Since that time, he has gone on countless camping trips with us, most of them in our PUP. He was the best camping dog ever, never barking at other dogs, even if they barked ballistically at him. He would snooze patiently in his crate if we went on a short bike ride or other place we couldn't take him, and never bothered anyone. He would take turns snuggling up with my wife and I in our bunk, and with our two boys in theirs. Chester has suffered from seizures for more than 4 years. Repeated vet visits could never understand them and although we tried several medications, really control them. They were always scary to watch, and seemed to get progressively more violent over time. But he would always snap out of them, sometimes quickly, sometimes after a day or so of mental fog. Then he was back to a normal, happy dog for weeks or a couple months, until the next series hit. They took a huge toll on him while they were happening but once he made it through he was such a happy dog. We were camping over the 4th this week, and had him boarded in a kennel at the destination since we planned on being gone frequently during the trip. Got a call Friday night that he had a really bad seizure. We went out to see him, and at first things seemed pretty routine other than he bit his tongue which caused a lot of blood. We brought him back to the campsite and he was unresponsive, but that wasn't unusual for him after a bad seizure. We (especially the boys) gave him a ton of love and tried to get him to snap back to normal life. Eventually we decided to play a card game inside next to him hoping that our closeness and normal voices would help him back. It was during that game we saw him take some deep breaths, and within a minute he was gone. Chester is the best dog I ever had and it’s hard to imagine how he won’t be the best dog I’ll ever have. I always knew deep down that eventually these seizures would take him, and assumed I’d have to make that call as his quality of life deteriorated. Ever the gentleman, he kept me from having to make that call and went on his own time. We just got home today, and now that we're back, it's hitting us even harder as he has left a big hole in our family. This is hard to accept even when we knew it was coming. We were grateful for every seizure series he made it through and went back to “normal” for a few weeks, never knowing how long we'd have him for. He was 10 days shy of his 12th birthday. The vet at our camping destination is having him cremated and we will get the remains back. My plan if for the boys and I to build him an urn.