Last night, the overnight of June 2 to June 3, my dear sweet dog passed away. She got sick the day before and was thrashing around for hours while I held her wrapped in a towel. Eventually she calmed down from that but still had problems controlling her head movements. Also, she could no longer sit up or stand. I fed her water with a dropper and bits of food with my fingers. She ate very little and drank very little, and finally last night refused either food or drink. Mostly, she just lay next to me on the sofa and occasionally nuzzled my arm or leg.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, she crossed Rainbow Bridge and was gone. I am absolutely heartbroken even though she was about 15 years old. Anywhere I went around here, she was right with me. I'll miss that old girl so much and I can't even imagine how to conduct my days without her now.
Below is a picture from when we were camping and she was a lot younger.
The next one is when she was still a puppy and it looked like she wanted to taste the flowers.
