We lost Angel. We got up as usual, went for our walk, had breakfast and I didn't see her. She wasn't in her normal spot in the garage, but often when she's not there, she's under the sofa.
Brian took a shower, I was in the dining room and I heard something scratching over by the water fountain. I walked over and she was stretched out by the fountain and she couldn't get up. I got her out and she was cold, very cold. She cried, but she couldn't stand up.
I called my vet, they were booked, so I took her to the Animal Medical Center. They did triage on her, took x-rays and came into the exam room and told me she'd most likely had a pulmonary embolism. Same thing we lost Red and Lonee Gail to. The doctor said they could observe her for twenty-four hours, but she wasn't optimistic.
So, I said goodbye.
The past month I'd been climbing up on the bench with her at night and laying with her and smurgling her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. She loved it.
I'm glad I did that.
I miss her so much.