Even dying she crawled to her couch. She tried to jump up and collapsed, so I lifted her and sat with her.
The kids came by, they got to sit with her too, she had lots of loves.
Then later she started to get bad, breathing hard. Even then, she begged to go out, stumbled down the stairs, tried to go potty, to be a good girl.
Bill Dear carried her back in , wrapped her in her blanket, and she passed soon after.
I miss my dog, but I'm glad she's gone if it means she's not sick anymore.
That was horrible.
Wasn't the 1st pet death, won't be the last, and every one will break our hearts.
She was such a good dog, she tried so hard, even till the end.
This is what I want to remember about her....
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