My 14 year old Springer Spaniel went over the bridge yesterday. She was ok on Saturday morning and woke up from her nap at 4 in the afternoon unable to stay on her feet without falling or crashing into the furniture. It continued on Sunday, so Monday we took our last ride to her vet and she was gently put to sleep. She was a sweetheart with everyone she met, and a hard-charging dynamo in the field, with a nose for birds like none I've ever seen. Like every springer I've known, she had a personality all her own.
With every little creak in the house my brain says she's coming down the hall, then reality sets in. This is going to hurt for a while. RIP, Gracie.