Tonight is our last night with my little BFF of nearly 18 years, Lola. We sat outside in the sunshine and watched the birds for a bit, sniffed some flowers, had a bit of a snuggle, and now she's pooped and just wants to rest. I'm beside myself. The vet is coming to the house tomorrow to put her to sleep. I know nearly 18 years is a pretty good innings but I'm not ready, even though I have to be. She's ready, she's been a wonderful emotional support pet, she was there on my wedding day, comforted me through every illness, 2 pregnancies, never his, spat, growled or bitten 2 boisterous boys. She's just the best girl I could have hoped for, and I'm not quite sure what I will do without her.