Little Dolly was nearly 17 years old. She was pretty much ok but went downhill rapidly within several hours. So she didn't have a long period of pain or suffering, for which I am deeply grateful.
A toy poodle, she was 6.3 pounds of unconditional love. Dolly always seemed to be watching out for me as much as I watched out for her.
She has left a hole in this house and in my heart, but I realize such is the nature of life.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to mourn and a time to dance.