Bea continued to fail this week, and by Thursday evening it was evident that she would most likely, short of a miracle, not be able to recover. We spent the day and evening loving on her and telling her what a wonderful dog she was and how much we would miss her. We took her to the vet on Friday morning. Euthanisia was quick and painless. She slipped into her eternal slumber while I held her and talked to her.
We miss our Bea B girl, but it was time. She was so tired. We were exhausted.