I’m taking my dog, IttyBit, to the vet today, and I’m sure he’s going to recommend putting her to sleep. She’s been such a good little girl, loving, fun, affectionate, stubborn… and my friend.

When I’ve needed to talk, she listens, without talking back.
When I’ve needed to laugh, or cry, or hugs someone (or something), she’s been there.
She sleeps with me every night.
She follows me around everywhere.
She’s at the door both when I leave and when I come home.
She loves to play with me (until she got too sick to play).
She never fails to say Thank You when I give her a treat (y’know, the lick of gratitude).

She’s been with me for 7 years, she’s almost 12 now. She has mammary tumors, can’t hold herself long enough for me to get her outside, so has frequent “accidents” in the house, can’t go up/down the stairs anymore because her back legs give out from under her. And now she hasn’t eaten in 4 days.

I think it’s time.  

She has been a faithful, loving little friend.   I sure will miss my little girl.