Alexis, my faithful companion over the past 12 years, died this afternoon.  She ate this morning, but by the afternoon was vomiting.  I kept an eye on her because I could tell she was in distress.  She couldn't get comfortable and would keep changing places to lay down.  I opened the door and she finally stayed at the door where she took her last breath.

Alex started to decline due to her age.  Her appetite increased greatly, but she had been  losing strength in her hind legs.    When she would lay down, she would groan.  I took her for a short walk yesterday and she tired easy.  I guess I knew what was coming because she was close to being unresponsive. I had contemplated taking her to the vets, but I had no means to get her there because she is too big for me to carry.  I had to accept the fact that nature was going to take her course and nature did just that.

I have cried much today.  I think the hardest part about it all is that I couldn't do anything for her.  With a pet, there is little closure other than soft words and loving stroke.  That's all I could do.

My sister came over this evening to keep me company. Such a loving gesture from a loving sister.  I do appreciate her and love her dearly.  I am blessed beyond measure.