Leonard is correct, she is almost 11 1/2. She's been having a lot of difficulty getting around lately and the last few days has been in some pain. And there's a tumor on her knee that looks suspicious.
Anyway, I will miss her and her uncanny ability to tell time. I'll miss her barks that let me know when it's time to eat, or sleep, or potty, or fix a peanut butter bone for her. Most of all, I'll miss how very sweet and nurturing she has always been to anyone who needed some comfort. I was so counting on her to help me with Spirit. I thought she would ease his anxiety and show him that he's safe here. She's always been so helpful in those ways. She was my strength when Hugo left us, but I think his passing really was harder on her than me.
My brother came over this morning so we could celebrate her Christmas early. I had presents for her and made her a big stocking that looks like a bone. Couldn't bear to just leave it hanging over the fireplace, so we just thought she should have now.
OK no more rambling. Still coming to terms with this, but I think my heart is broken beyond repair.