Thank you, everyone. I haven't stopped crying for 6 hours. I haven't cried this much since I lost my father 11 years ago.

She hadn't really eaten much in about 6 days, but right before they put her down (which I couldn't bear to be in the room for), she gobbled a handful of biscuits. I think it was her way of saying thanks and that she was going to be OK.

I know she was only a dog, but she was MY dog and my fur-baby. We don't have children so our dogs are like our kids. We love them like little people (but not in a creepy dress-up-your-monkey-and-act-like-it's-a-baby way) I'm trying to laugh...

I don't look forward to our 15 year old cocker going next...