Poor Lula finally died. Apparently she went into a coma last night, and R got her to the vet, who put her down. I could see it was really 'it' this time, when she was lying on the lawn yesterday morning, Her eyes were stranglely sunken and she was breathing in weird little puffs, when she breathed at all.
Thank gods she went peacefully, anyway. R Next Door probably won't speak for weeks, now.
I shall miss her very much myself, she was a dim-witted dog, but very affectionate and full of fun, when she was still herself. I'm glad her long, sad decline is over, though.
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