She had to be put down yesterday. She was 8 years old.

She quit eating a few days before that and kept hiding under the couch, which is what she was doing the first time she got sick. At first, I thought it was just her missing Ashley, but she wouldn't even come out or eat anything, even Chicken, which she loved.

They took her to the Vet yesterday, to check to see what was wrong, and it turns out it was her kidneys, which were 4 times worse than the first time we took her in. She also had ulcers in her mouth, which were caused from her kidneys. They tried to give her fluids, hoping that it was just dehydration, and maybe they'd come back. They didn't. The Vet said she was suffering and the best bet was to put her down.

I didn't get to say Good-bye like I did with Ashley or Misty, but she knew I loved her. She knew everyone loved her.

Rest in Peace, Love.