She was 15 and also known as the Yorkshire terrorist. She was in my lap after work every night. Some were concerned that she was attached to my lap. I was never a small dog person, but she had such a personality, and as soon as I pulled in the driveway she would bark.
She was fine friday. She had an upset tummy on Saturday. On Sunday she could barely move. I took her to the E. Vet Sunday morning and they said it was CRF, but her blood work wasn't too terrible. They said no news is good news and I could transfer her to the normal vet on Monday morning. I had no news so, I thought all was good, until 8:30pm. They called and said that they discovered that she had pyrometra also. They needed to do surgery, but they couldn't stabilize her from the CRF.
I went to see her. I held her for her last breath. I picked her up this morning and buried her in my garden. We read rainbow bridge to her. The house empty. Everything here reminds me of her. I miss her.
