She went out to live at B's dad's house last year for her retirement, and even though she's been gone a year, I still miss her. Some mornings I still go to the back door to let her out before remembering that she's not there.
I knew when we sent her off to live with B's dad that she wouldn't last long. In fact, I'm amazed that she lived as long as she did. The arthritis in her hip was getting worse, and she was slowly going blind and deaf.
We haven't told the kids yet. I know that they are going to have a tough time, especially Ella. I'm dreading the eventual conversation.
She had a very long, very good life, and she will be missed greatly. She was a very good dog.