Just over 11 years ago after Paul and I bought our first home, a little boy came to our door with a puppy and asked if it was ours. I told him no but that we'd would take it and try to find the owner. Well, we never looked for the owner. She was such a cute dog with a super cute personality. She was sweet, so so great with the kids, calm and cute.
I don't know what happened to her last night but she bloated up and was whining in pain. It was awful to see her that way. She stayed outside for a couple of hours and when I went out to see how she was doing about 4:30 I found her passed away. I don't know if something burst inside her and her insides filled with fluid, or what. Her stomach cavity had completely swollen up. We were all heartbroken. We are going to miss her so much.

