I just got a call from my Grandma that her dog died. My parents got Smokey for my grandparents a few months before i was born, so she is like my dog, too. She had two ceizures and hasn't been doing too well for the past like year. When she needed to go outside, I would have to either carry her or support most of her weight. I took care of her for the past couple years. She refused to eat about a week and a half ago, so my grandma basically force fed her for a couple days. My grandparents then decided it was cruel to keep her here if she didn't want to be here. She didn't eat for a week. Her eyes were pussing, so I wiped them several times a day for her. I sat with her for the past coupe of days the entire time I was at their house. Thats about 3 hours a day I just sat with her with her head on my lap, talking to her and wiping her eyes. I am so glad I did. I'm kind of glad that she died. I don't have to watch her suffer anymore and I couldn't handle seeing her laying on the floor pretty much dead. It is going to be so weird at my grandma's house from now on without her there. I have never, in my entire life, been in her house without Smokey being there. At the same time, I kind of feel guilty for being glad that she is gone. I am really going to miss her. In fact, I already do and she has only been gone for not even 15 minutes. Please just keep my grandparents in your thoughts. They are going to be lost without her. She was their baby. Thanks for listening.
I'm so sorry to hear about Smokey. The pain of the loss does get easier over time.

You were very kind to take care of her the way you did. 