(I have to tell someone who will understand, and who better than fellow animal lovers.)
Our beautiful (older) beagle girl Made' died in my arms Saturday morning. We are devastated.
Made' came to us by luck and by golly: Another dog guardian who had seen us in the park with our beagle Casey found us one day (stalking us on his bike, as he said) to say that he had to give up his lovely girl because they now had a baby in the household and did we know someone who might want a beagle so that he wouldn't have to blah blah blah. We said we would take her and did, and she was with us from the morning after that meeting for nearly six wonderful years.
Made' was 10 years 7 months and some days old. She was a dear sister to our now blind (SARDS, two years ago) beagle Casey, whom she protected so carefully and to whom she acted much in the role of a seeing-eye dog, and a loved companion of our cat Misha as well as being our darling dog-daughter.