Just that, really. She was nearly 6 and had a tumour, but was puttering along fine till the past couple of days. She had a day of not bustling out for food, then yesterday she could barely bother to reach out for it, so it seemed kinder to hasten the end by a day or two.
But I'm in floods! I know she couldn't have lasted much longer, and it's not even the first time we've lost a pet, but this one arrived when DS was having a particularly rough patch and she was the one thing that used to make him smile.
Give me a shake, somebody -- I've got work to do and can't spend all day sniffling into a tissue!