"She's not doing very well," said the vet as kindly as he could.
Tiny Dog's heart failure is end-stage. Breathing is a little difficult. She has all the meds we could possibly give her. It's likely to be mere weeks until we send her over the Rainbow Bridge, too.
It's like the end of an era - she outlived all the other family dogs. I would like to think that Daisy, Thor, Tio, and Chico Hank will all greet her warmly, and will let her be in charge, because that's what she loves the most.
I'm trying to think of some Bucket List items for Tiny. Right now, they consist primarily of thing like reclining on the couch, eating all the tasty tidbits, going for a walk (well, a carry) around the neighborhood. The usual thigs, in short. Because sometimes life is all about the tiny pleasures, especially if one is a Tiny Dog.
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