I want to thank everyone for their words of encouragement and sympathy.
June 25, 1995, my newlywed husband walked in the door of our apartment holding a fluffy little golden furball with a pink bow tied around her neck. "Happy Birthday", he said. :)
Today, on my birthday again, John Urban and I held each other in the vet office and bawled our eyes out as we reminisced 14 years of memories: how she used to stick her head out the car every time we went for a ride, bring the ball to play fetch.....over and over..... and over.... and over again, and how she insisted on sleeping under the crib each time a new baby was born. (I am trying to forget all the times I threatened to send her to live in the country for digging holes in my yard or tracking mudprints on my clean floors. How I wish those words never came out of my mouth.)
We said very tearful good-byes and then we watched Bliss take her last breath.
Thank you for all the encouraging words and personal experiences. It helped me more than you will know. This morning when we woke up we knew beyond a doubt that today was the day. She labored pretty hard to breathe all night, her legs had become paralyzed......and her tail was no longer wagging. :( I'm guessing she had a stroke in the night.
She was a GOOD dog, I mean a really, really wonderful dog. We will never forget the friend she was to our family. We are at peace.