I prayed and prayed she would go peacefully and for once, that’s relatively how it happened. I knew time was short. She collapsed last night while out for a last potty run, and she passed away about an hour later, on the bed lying between hubby and I. I had given her the narcotic I had to ease her distress and any discomfort. She went out pretty gently, as befits my gentle girl. I hate the helpless feeling, I imagine they are wondering what is happening. She had that look in her eyes, bewildered and uncomfortable. Tore my heart out. I am kind of a wreck, I was almost having an anxiety attack at the doctor's office during my long appointment yesterday, worrying that something like this would happen to her while I was gone. I am completely gutted and depleted. Hospice care is hard work. Had to spoon feed baby food the last two weeks. We tried to bring some joy to her every day and in turn she was a complete trooper. I can’t believe she’s gone and tears are falling like the rain outside. This does not get easier with practice. I LOVE YOU BROOKE TO THE END OF TIME. Rest peacefully with Asta and Ally, my beautiful sweet girl.