Well, she is gone. I got up this morning and my ex had called and said it was time. She stopped keeping her food down yesterday. I rounded up the kids and walked down. She got up to greet us for about a minute and then went back and laid down. Her breathing was labored and she was shaking all over. I called the vets office and we took her in at 10:30 this morning. From the time we walked in it took about 2 minutes for it to be over. I am releived and a little angry. Angry that she didn't heal and angry that god didn't just take her in her sleep. I didn't want her to suffer. We spent three hours digging a hole and i just got home a little bit ago. Totally exhausted.