You know, my dog did that. He hit a point when I just knew he wasn't going to last the night. I phoned my parents to visit him because he loved them and they were not going to get another chance. He was happy to see them for a bit, but something was off. He had a look in his eyes that said he was ready for them to leave. He usually didn't want their visits to end, so that was significant. He relaxed after they left. Then he wanted me to leave too, so I went to bed to pretend to myself that I was going to sleep. Once during the night he called my name (as best as his dog mouth could) to roll him over. Yes, he learned to communicate well enough to tell me when to roll him from side to side so he didn't get sore. He was great. But the he was ready for me to give him his space again, so I went back to bed. In the morning he was gone. He wanted the assistance I provided but he also wanted to be alone when it happened.
I overworked myself back then too, and I never really got over it, but this is on another level. I had over a year to think about this but nothing could have prepared me for the way things crashed right when we were supposed to be winning. I had already told people all the good news. He'd heard all the good news. Then this. It's so cruel.
I'm going to sleep for the first time in I have no idea how long. Days aren't individual things anymore.