Good Bye, Flame.

We lost Flamey this morning. Sometime between 4am and 7:30. She woke me up around 3am and she had peed her bed. I changed her pads and got her new blankets and tucked her in. Gave her some water and chicken broth. She seemed anxious but not sick, not struggling or anything. I did t-touch on her face and ears for a hour and she loved it and did not want me to stop. After I went upstairs, the next thing I knew the dogs were barking because it was morning. I came downstairs and she was gone. I sincerely believe when she went down 3 weeks ago, she had a stroke or seizure and at that time lost her back legs. I know if she could have gotten up, she would have. She was that kind of dog, proud, pleaser, people dog. Loved attention. Drama queen. But drama queen only lasts so long. If there was anyway she could get up, she would have. I sincerely believe that. I guess it was her time. Way too early.