I called the vet this morning a few minutes before I knew they'd be open for office hours and arranged to bring her in. She couldn't go under her own power. Travis had to carry her. The vet was kind enough to get her in before his other appointments started. Soon as he saw her he knew there was nothing else that could be done. She was in congestive heart failure, her time had come and she was just suffering at that point. Because being there was stressing her, he gave her a strong sedative that they give the dogs before surgery and dosed it for a 150 lb dog hoping it would work more quickly for her. It didn't. She was struggling so to breathe that it took longer than normal for the shot to work, but finally she rested her head in my arns, relaxed. She crossed over the bridge with my arms around her and went peacefully to the other side. I am so glad I was able to be there for her up to the very end. The vet had to leave the room because he was starting to cry. The vet tech was crying. I was crying. We hugged Molly and each other. Her suffering is over and she is with Fred and mother in law and a long line of other well loved furbabies. My eyes are leaky, but I'm not falling apart. I knew in both my heart and my head it was the right choice, it was time for her to go. I already miss her terribly though. Molly, my baby who never realized she was a dog and not human blessed endless lives.