This past Thursday, we said goodbye to Minnie.
She'd been showing her age for a while and we knew our time with her was short but....
Wednesday night, she seemed restless and kept walking up to us with her head hanging low. She ate her dinner over the course of about 4 hours instead of her normal 30 seconds.
Thursday morning, I woke up and couldn't find her. She wasn't on her bed beside our bed. She wasn't on her bed in the hallway. She wasn't on the upstairs sofa and she wasn't on the down stairs sofa. We have an always-open dog door so I thought maybe she'd gone out and couldn't get back up the steps to come in. But nope. Where was she? I finally found her in a bathroom, laying on the floor, gasping for breath and unable to move or even lift her head.
I called the vet and changed that afternoon's pedicure appointment to a "We're having an emergency and are on the way" appointment. And less than 45 minutes after arriving at the vet, she was gone.
Minnie was the last of our four legged children and I just don't know what to do with myself. I feel lost and the house is just way too quiet now.