Saying Goodbye To Miss Tullah Belle

I've re-written this post a number of times and yet I just can't even begin to describe how devastating it is to no longer have this little dog in my life.  She lived much longer than expected - a rough start in a puppy mill, heart disease, running away from home and down the busy street on her 3 legs and with only 1 good eye - but it still wasn't long enough for me.  The last 3 weeks I've watched that bright light inside of her slowly begin to dim until she was a mere shell of her playful yet watchful self.  For several years now I've had to wake up around 4 times a night to put her outside for pee breaks (that heart medication makes them go like crazy) and make sure she took her daily dose of pills, ointments and oils on the regular.  We had a routine, she and I, that will take a long time to deviate from.  It's already so much quieter without her uneven gait whispering across the wood floor and her rusty, strident bark filling the room.  My heart is broken...