Dapper,
She was my girl. Everywhere I went - so did she. She was just a lovebug. She would go walk the children to the school bus in the morning, and sit and wait with them, and at 3pm on the dot, bark until let out, and greet them when they got off the school bus. You could set your watch to her.
It was by far the hardest decision I ever made. But I had to do it. She had nothing left to support her hips. All the muscle, and tissue had worn away. She literally couldn't walk. I had to use a beach towel to hold up her 2 back legs. It was time. We both knew it. I was with her thru the entire procedure. It was more humane than what we do with human beings imho.
Now, I have Mr. Martini who is my new love. And let me tell you he is a pistol. He thinks he owns the house, and is the king. I just am not going to burst that little bubble of his.
