Annabelle has been our family dog for the last 13 years or so. We got her when I was a sophomore or junior in high school. She lived with Tandra and I and the kids for a while, but we sent her back to live with my parents and my brother.
Last Friday she stopped eating. Last night they took her to the vet who told us that her kidneys were shutting down, there was nothing they could do, and that she had at most a few days left. She was 14 years old. We knew it was coming.
I went out to see her last night. She was clearly weak and sick, but raised her head up for me.
Rather than let her system get all toxic and run the risk of siezures, they took her in this morning to be put to sleep.