So, Squishy died today. I was holding her, she was trying to move, and then her legs stopped working. I carried her over to the table and lay her down, and she started breathing very hollowly and very spaced out, and blood started to come out of her nose. I pet her for a while and put her on her side, but after a few minutes she stopped trying to breath and I couldn't feel a heartbeat. Yeah, so, yeah.
I'm very sad, obviously. I'm not sure how old she was, but she had had trouble breathing and had been acting strange for a couple of weeks, so I suppose I should have expected it, but still, it's very sad. On top of other things going on in my life right now... yeah, having to watch one of your pets die isn't really that helpful.
Oh shit, now I'm starting to freak myself out, cause my dog is old and sick...
I'm just going to, I don't know, try to cheer myself up and be alone for a while until we bury her in the backyard tonight.
She had a really really good life, at least.