Lizzy turned 16 in January so we knew that there wasn't much time left no matter how you looked at it. She developed numerous health problems over the course of the summer and we had to make the difficult decision to put her to sleep, which happened yesterday. It is always a tough decision to make--it always seems too soon or too late.
I like to think she had a great life with us. She's been here since almost the beginning--she would have celebrated her 16th adoption anniversary in just a few weeks (September 7). Besides being a constant companion, she was also Jake's first dog, which he picked out when he was only two! Not to mention she's been around 1/3 of my life (and I'm not exactly young).
After Alice passed a few years ago, Lizzy became the office dog and went to work with us every day for a few years. We also took her on vacation with us in 2017 and she enjoyed it immensely. She was also my sidecar-riding partner. She enjoyed everything--even going to the vets. And she loved everyone. Brian took one last photo of her yesterday, while outside at the vet's office and she was even smiling in that.
It's going to be strange around the house for a long time.